Ending Paradise

Alternate Me

Jordan Lucas, a father figure, a good role model for me to follow, and a decent guy who helped out an abandoned child despite how much trouble they caused. As well as, my legal and currently primary guardian. I call him Dad because to me he's the best dad I've had.

Sage Cortez, another positive role model in my life, plus a good friend of my Dad. She's like an older sister that's returned home from a long journey. According to Sage she's actually Dad's niece but he and Sage's parents haven't spoken in years.

Yuma Maves, the third adult role model in my life. My secondary legal guardian. She's a bit all over the place and overprotective of me but is no less kind than Dad. However, that's probably because she and my mother were close.

Three adults. One unruly child with a fox who wants to fight knights. No one thought it was a bad idea? I would judge but younger children do much more dangerous things. Besides fuck the knights, they don't much to but follow order with zero consideration for everyone else around them.

I get that they want to help me for one reason or another but why don't they ever try to stop me? Do they care? I mean, who would care about someone like me? I'm reckless and brutally honest, even so, I'm sure Kendra and Charlie only stick with me because I can help them study and train.

My body shuttered and convulsed in the middle of the night as storms blew the stars away. My eyes fluttered open before shutting tight as a sharp pain pierced the front of my skull.

"GO AWAY!" I screamed flailing and kicking my sheets off of me and onto the floor.

It's useless, you know you can never run from who you truly are. A worthless waste of air, who performs fake magic. Traitorous magic.  You protect a city that isn't yours to make yourself feel better. Every day you try to be someone you never even knew long enough you idolize.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" I cried my eyes pouring over with tears as my hand clenched tight to my chest.

Why don't you end it all? End the games, end the gossips, end your pain. You won't be missed for too long.

You're born as nothing and you've always been nothing. Get rid of yourself, before you become a burden and someone else has to do it for you.

My screams increased and so did my heart rate. It was pounding against my chest fighting for its freedom. My negative feelings drained from my system and down into the depths of my soul.

My sweat creates sticky, humid puddles in the creases of my body, flattening the cotton cloth of my nightclothes. My back arched at the itchy fabric, rubbing back and forth irritating my skin.

My head went light as acid stung the back of my throat. I coughed twice to try and it push it back but it was to no avail. My body hunched over like a punch to the gut, over and over again. Gagging and dry heaving over and over again.

Then I felt a cool touch, and with a twitch of my body, I rose from my slumber. With wide teary eyes blurring everything in front of me. I rubbed them clear and looked around my room for the thing that had awoken me.

My darling Tempest, how I admire your strength. Although as your Ha'Mírä, your fears do trouble me. You're not a burden, you're not a saint either. Make mistakes and learn from them. You are a leader for those who struggles to guide themselves. A role model, not because you're perfect but because you can be comfortable with your flaws if you think it's right my precious one.

Once more, my body jerked up and my head slowly scanned the room as my blurred morning vision cleared up. I lifted my dead-weight body off of my bed, eyeing my choice of clothing.