The Goddess of Bad Luck (Pit x Reader x Dark Pit) (Under Editing!!)

1) Pink Skies and Giant Eyes

I had always been on the track team. Ever since middle school, I took no greater pleasure than reveling in the only talent "it" would let me have. I didn't know what "it" was, or how "it" worked, or what "it" was made of, but at least "it" let me have that one victory.

"It" was my bad luck.

I had resorted to craving security and the sanctity of being hidden. My bad luck was the trip in my step on the way to school that morning, and I guess it's the result of every failure before and everything that happened after.

I rushed out the door, less than confident, but more than determined to meet my match (the bus) on that first day back after fall break. The sky was an ugly magenta, but I didn't take too much notice...my courage, or what was left of it, faded as I saw the yellow vehicle drive away onto the main road, leaves on the pavement swirling in its wake.

I could almost hear the blaring megaphone the coach used in track practice. But there wasn't a need for the word "go" when I was racing against the world, against the bus, and really, whatever was inside me that always caused things like this to happen.

It must have been a curse. Something placed on me because there was nothing I could have done to deserve everything that had happened.

*Flashback*

"Mama, I missed the bus," she rushed over to my first-grade self standing in the doorway, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Honey, how? You went early!" She said as she checked her watch. "Oh, I guess the time got away."

But that wasn't the only instance. It continued all the way into third grade.

"Please, I couldn't have failed! I knew all the answers! I studied!" I begged her to look it over just one more time, but my performance had disappointed the teacher. "This happens every time, and every time you never take the liberty of changing your excuse." She crossed her arms, and I couldn't look her in the eye anymore. "Now, if you would please sit down, I have to call your parents."

When it first happened, they tried to fight back because my parents had studied alongside me, watching me grasp the concepts. Then it turned into almost grasping. Eventually, they believed the test scores over me, too.

It never got better...in fact, it strengthened into a monster with no name. So, I gave it one. Bad luck. To me, it only made sense. As much as I wanted to believe I had done something wrong, even if it was my fault, I couldn't find the answer.

Things only got worse in seventh grade. So much worse. So much worse than what the average person would describe as the result of walking in cracks in asphalt or coming across a black cat.

"What do you think of me? I just want to know!" I said before gasping for air, as if to keep me from drowning to the bottom of the ocean. "I've liked you forever now, but I didn't know how to talk to you."

I knew the answer, but there was something in me that couldn't look away. The adrenaline of something so trivial, and yet so fatal to a young child.

The boy I always idolized with his dark red curls falling in his face and a gleam in his eye that he must have never noticed, for he was always encouraging everyone else.

"Oh, you do? That's so kind. I don't get told that often," he smiled, but then he changed, and I knew it wasn't going to be the response that I dreamed about. "I'm sorry, but I've never seen you before. I don't think I can return your feelings."

At least he let me drown in a calm ocean. At least he was nice.

But the ocean never stays calm for long. A storm was stirring, and I didn't even know it. It was after school when I saw him leaving with his friends. So many friends. SO many real friends that were interested in what he had to say.