The Midgardian? - A Loki Story

Part 2

For the most part, I was like everyone else, your average everyday girl. I was adopted by my parents at a very early age...I was left on their doorstep; my mother couldn't get pregnant so when she found me, she thought I was a blessing. I loved my mom, my dad however, he was always strict and commanding. When he raised his voice, my mother would just scurry away, no one dare challenge my father. I once considered myself cinderella minus the siblings but that's how it was I did everything in the house and my poor mom tried to help me but if she was caught helping, she received a backhand to the face. I understood. Her eyes told me how sorry she was and that she wanted to help.             I spent my days cleaning, reading, studying, and walking around in the woods. I was a good student, and classes were not too hard. I was in anything that started with the letters AP..I fell in love with chemistry my sophomore year and once I learned there was a such thing as environmental chemistry, I knew that's what I would major in. I loved nature. It was like it called to me. I could touch a plant and just have this sixth sense as to what it wanted. I never thought about it much, I mean plants only need water and sunlight to grow, so I just assumed it was intuition. I especially loved flowers all different kinds too, my entire garden was full of them. But the best part, Nature...at Night. The flowers and trees smelled different at night...it was a utopia to be in my garden at night especially during a full moon. I was at inner peace then...about the only time I felt peace. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety at a young age. I picked my fingers until they bled and was constantly on edge, and my depression just sent me into a slump where I would just want to lay in bed and not move. I wasn't suicidal.... well... I will put it that after my last failed attempt many years ago I just gave up, so no I wasn't suicidal anymore, I told myself I didn't want to die, I mean I liked my life now I had a good job and my own little place. My scars, however, will always remind me of my dark past... I had scars on the underside of my arms and on my thighs...every time I saw them, I got this pit in my stomach... I say I was like everyone else... but everyone else didn't like me. High school was rough...I was alone, I had no friends, I was a loner... and I was okay with that for the most part, it was only until I was picked on, used, abused, and everything else that made me sad... but it was okay now.... for the most part.