Someone Somewhere

I watched as the flames grew across her flesh, moving almost gracefully from her arms to her chest, setting its destructive path along her body. I stood paralyzed, as if my only purpose in life was to watch my mother burn. She didn’t scream she just sat there letting it take her away to the afterlife, I could still hear her

Take good care of yourself Zachary, mommy’s leaving now .

I wish I could be mad at her, but I knew she was never truly happy in this life; I was jealous she got her freedom while I stayed behind and suffered.
I was left behind with never knowing who my father was; I was left the orphan of a common prostitute, who fell in love with a rock star with a massive cocaine habit. There would not be a grieving period just the burn of her ashes while I’m dropped off with a suitcase and the last remains of now both of my parents to an adoption center to wait for my estranged aunt to decide whether or not she would pity my state enough to keep me from the vile system my world now revolves in.

~So I was kinda wondering around in my head while semi drunk at school and this idea hasn't gotten out of my head.
This will probably short maybe long but the subject is rather interesting.
This is Bandslash so be warned, there's a chance it might turn NC-17 but for now it's R~