Start Over

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Akira | Los Angeles, California - Malibu

April 5th, 2019

"North, please stop busting in here" I spoke to my little sister. "But Akira, mommy said you needed to keep the door open" she sassed and rolled her eyes. "Okay" I muttered as she walked out of the room.

You would think being the daughter of Kanye and Kim Kardashian - West would be amazing but no. Everything about them makes me hurl inside. I dislike these people with every bone in my body. It seems like for as long as I could remember, I was treated like the black sheep of this family - literally. Everyone treats me like I don't exist. Well, besides my Aunt Kylie. She was the only one that gave me that love and affection that I was missing from my parents. Even though she was more of a big sister than aunt, I still loved her.

I sighed and laid back into my bed after closing my song book. I took out my phone and decided to call Aunt Kylie to come and pick me up.

"Hello?" She asked when the call connected. "Auntie, can I come to your house?" I pouted. She chuckled, "sure baby A, I'll come get you right now" she told me and I cheered, "yay, thank you auntie, love you" I told her. "Love you too" she told me and we hung up. I grabbed my iPad, AirPods, and my chargers  before stuffing them into my book bag.

Since aunt Kylie didn't live too far, I decided to go downstairs and take my medicine. If I didn't remember to take it, I probably would have died since my parents wouldn't have reminded me.

Dad came into the kitchen, eyeing me. "Where you going?" He asked me. I took my pill and swallowed it down with water before answering him. "Aunt Kylie is coming to get me" I told him simply. He was about to open his mouth when the front door opened. Aunt Kyle walking in and I ran to hug her waist. "Hey baby A" she said to me as she rubbed my head. Mom walked in, "hey sis, what are you doing here?" She asked Auntie. "Me and Akira are going on a niece and auntie date" she told her. Dad crossed his arms, "why didn't you tell us?" He asked her. Auntie stale faced him, "why do I need to tell y'all when I'm getting her? Y'all barely even notice her" she muttered.

She turned to me, "did you take your medicine?" She asked me. I nodded, "yep" I told her. She smiled, "alright, let's go" she told me. "When are you bringing her back?" Mom called out. Auntie shrugged, "whenever she's ready to come back I guess" she told them. Dad snorted, "make sure paparazzi doesn't see her" he pointed out but aunt Kylie waved him off, taking my hand and dragging me out the house.

We moved to her car and I sat in the front seat. "You okay?" She asked me as we drove to her house. I shrugged, "I guess" I muttered. She sighed, "talk to me Akira, what's wrong?" She asked me. "Do you ever feel like you're misplaced or something? Like, no offense to you auntie but I don't act like nobody in this family. Everyone acts so...I don't know, white washed and fake and I act the exact opposite. I don't even talk or act like my parents. Let alone look like them" I told her. We pulled up to her house and got out.

"I mean, I'm not going to lie to you Akira. You are so smart that I don't think it's possible for me to lie to you. So, I'm going to tell you this. It's okay to feel like you don't belong. That means you're trying to find yourself. And I do believe you will find where you belong...just not now. I promise that soon enough, you will know where you belong" she told me. It sounded like there was a double meaning to her words but I brushed it off since Aunt Kylie was always good at giving pep talks when I was beginning to spiral.

One thing about me, I never really got angry angry when I felt something. I felt it more on the emotional level as I was an empath. Aunt Kylie said it wasn't a bad thing but I just had to protect my heart with who I let in as people could take advantage of me. I wasn't a violent person by no means. I preferred to just stay quiet and keep to myself which my family found no problem in as I didn't have to be included in all the family gatherings and stuff they had for their show.

Not that they wanted me to be apart of it.

That was the first red flag that came to mind when it compared to myself and my family. It's not a secret that my dad was hostile and my mom was somewhat fake and two faced. While North and my other siblings definitely inherited all of that, I didn't. I mean, Aunt Kylie said it sounded like I had an accent whenever I got mad but I just assumed she was referring to it being a Atlanta one since that's where dad was from but I didn't hear it.

Anyway, I walked up to my designated room that I had when I was over here and put my stuff on my bed. I decided to play my chill playlist on Spotify as I got myself ready to take a shower. My playlists consisted of Miguel, J Cole, The Weekend, Beyoncé, and Ariana Grande. Considering Beyoncé was my favorite artist, she was the one with the most songs on said playlist.

When I had my clothes, I laid them on my bed and grabbed my speaker and phone before moving to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and let Beyoncé's voice serenaded me while I also belted out the lyrics of pretty hurts in the shower as I was feeling the exact same way.

"Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery"

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Hi lovelies 🫶🏾.
I've never wrote in three different pov's but I felt it was only right if I had a pov for Akira so people can know how she's feeling despite her parents' own problems.
Idk if y'all caught it but the songs that I put in the beginning and the ends all correspond to the characters general feelings 🙃.
Enjoy n comment n all that 🤸🏾‍♀️.