The Lucky Ones

Chapter Twenty-Three: Flashback.

"Y-You're serious...?" I asked Ciano, stumbling over my own words. He replied, saying "Yes. I wouldn't joke about this type of thing. My time is nearly over of being Light, so it must be passed down to my child. As you know, Timal-"

"Was murdered and can't take the throne. Yes, I know." I said without letting him finish. He sighed. I knew he didn't want to give up being Light. And I didn't really want to become Light. Maybe I could convince him to be Light a little while longer...

"Hey, um.. Ciano?" I asked, after a long moment of awkward silence.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think you might be able to.. You know.. be Light a little longer? I mean, it sounds great and all, but I'm just not... ready for that type of responsibility..."

He chuckled and said "Oh, Salanta. It'll be alright. I said the same thing to my father, and he said the same thing to his. It's been like that since the beginning of time. You'll do just fine." I twirled my thumbs around each other nervously, not knowing what to say next.

"Besides, I taught you everything you'd need to know as a child. Now it's time to put those lessons to good use."

That made my eyes turn blood red. I looked him in the face and said loudly "All you taught me as a kid was that it was NEVER good enough. I tried, and tried, and tried to make you proud of me. But all I did was fail. I did everything the way you taught me, and something was STILL wrong. How could you be so cruel to me? All I did was OBEY you! I never fought you! I was good in school! I had the highest grades through Kinishan elementary through Kinishan college! And in human schools. I had the highest grades through elementary, and I'm STILL doing well in college."

"Not just any college, but Harvard University. One of the BEST colleges a person could ever go to! Why can't you be proud of me?! WHY NOT JUST ONCE?!"

I didn't realize I was practically screaming at the top of my lungs. Ciano only sat there, looking at me in shock. Sans ran in and rushed over to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and kissing my cheek to calm me down. I shoved my face into his chest and cried.

I cried so much it stung. It was hard to breathe. Sans stroked my hair, not worried that his shirt was getting drenched from mytears. I heard Ciano say something out-loud, apparently talking to me.

"All I wanted to talk to you about was becoming Light. I didn't intend for this to happen. Just know that this isn't my fault. So don't blame it on me."

I heard him get up from his chair and walk out of the room. Sans kept saying "Shh.." in my ear to calm me down. But it didn't work.

All I could think about for the next few hours was my past. How nobody liked me in school. How I was bullied. How I was hated. How I was always getting beat up by someone.

I was walking to Algebra, carrying my green binder with my calculator, mechanical-pencils, and Algebra papers and homework. I looked at the floor while walking, living my lonely, friendless life. I got to my classroom, and was just about to walk in, until this group of kids pulled me back.

I looked at a boy in the group. He wore a gray shirt with white stripes, khakis, and white Airwalk-Jims. Mikey Francis. He had an arm around a girl, Janette Tagg, who wore plain white Converse, black Pepe-Jeans, a black tank-top, and a denim jacket. There was one more person, a boy wearing a plain black button-up shirt, blue-jeans, a black belt, and black Keds. His name was Steven Jacobs.

Janette walked up to me and played with my pony-tail, which is how I wore my hair every day. She said "Heya, Tes. How's life going?" I responded, slightly studdering. "It's um.... g-good, I-I guess..."

Steven said "Well, it doesn't look so good. You look tired with those bags under your eyes. Your hands are shaking, and your hair's messy. Well, it's always messy. It's just messier than usual."

Mikey laughed. He said "Look at her shoes, they're the only nice thing about her. Nice and clean black Converse. I bet she has a cleaning obsession and cleans her shoes every night." They all laughed together.

The bell was going to ring, so I said "I uh, have to get to class..." I started to walk away, but Janette pulled me back by yanking on my hair. "Nuh-uh, you're not going anywhere." Right when she finished talking, both Mikey and Steven slammed me against some lockers. Janette knocked my binder out of my hands, making all of my papers go flying. She ripped my glasses off and cracked one of the lenses.

She then threw my glasses on the floor and stomped on my toes, dirtying the nice white tips of my Converse.

Once they left, I picked up my papers and set them back into my binder neatly. I grabbed my glasses and put them on, sniffling slightly. They weren't too damaged, I could still see out of them. I rushed into class right before the bell rang, and I took my seat.

Far into the lesson, I felt something hitting the back of my head. I turned around to find a group of boys throwing paper-balls at me, trying to hit me in the head. They threw another one, hitting me in the nose. I flinched, but turned back around to face the whiteboard as they laughed.

As I was taking down my notes, the girl behind me was sleeping. The teacher said "Tesla, could you wake Sandra up?" I nodded, and turned towards her. I shook her shoulder to wake her up. Her head shot up, and once she saw me, she scowled. "Why are you touching me? You probably have some sort of disease! You've infected me! Everyone, Tesla has a disease, stay away from her and don't let her touch you!"

Everyone around me moved away and started laughing at me. I looked down towards my desk and teared up. Squeezing my eyes shut, I wished they would've just disappeared. I could even hear the teacher giggling slightly. Everyone hated me. EVERYONE. I had no friends. Not even the most disliked people of the school liked me. People liked them more than they liked me.

That day, once I trained with my father and "ate" dinner, I went to my room to do my homework. I finished my homework and packed my bag. I set it at the side of my bed and went to the bathroom to change into my pajamas.

I glanced at myself in the mirror when I changed and brushed my hair and teeth. I hated myself. I WAS ugly. I DID have bags under my eyes. My hair WAS messy. It hurt to realize that. I grabbed a dagger of mine that I kept in my bathroom and held it up against my wrist. I had to make the pain go away somehow...

I slid it across my wrist multiple times, making it halfway up my arm. And I did the same for the other wrist. Blood was in the sink and on the floor, seeping towards my feet. I only rinsed my arms off and cleaned up the blood. No more blood emerged. So I simply went to bed crying, noticing the ugly truth.

That I truly was ugly.

I snapped back to realization when I felt Sans shaking my shoulders. I heard him say "Baby. Baby! Are you alright?"

I shook my head to gain consciousness. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I just wasn't paying attention.."

He said "It's okay. But your presence is necessary in the God Lands."

I nodded and followed him out of the Great Palace, knowing my father was going to force me to be Light, no matter what I said.