Black In Black

I Different Kind Of Pain

It was about fifteen minutes later when Tooth and North arrived without Dad. I didn't know what I was to expect, maybe he didn't want to see me. Maybe he thought I really didn't want to see him. But I did, I really did. I also wanted to get some things straight with him.

Tooth must have seem my concern when Dad wasnt with them. "Pitch is on his way, he didn't come with us in North's sleigh," She said to ease my mind. I guess it did, I was still nervous to see my Dad. Did I really want to see him? Confront his actions? I dont know if I could do it, but I had to. As if on cue Pitch stepped from the shadowy halls and into the room where everyone was. Slowly all the Guardians trickled out behind him.

He looked awful. His eyes were sunken in with dark circles underneath, like he hasn't been sleeping. His eyes were dwindling down to  a dusty grey instead of his normal dirty gold eyes I was used to. His body language- changed. He held his hands tightly together as if to stop them from acting on their own. He wasn't my Dad anymore. 

"You said you wanted to talk with me?" He said softly. His eyes darted to mine. His voice, just the same. The soft velvet that used to lull me to sleep when I had a bad dream, The voice he used when I left last year. So sad, a little stubborn too.

"Yeah, I uh, hi." I mumbled. My throat was still rough and sore from coughing. I took a gulp of the glass of water I still had.

At my words he rushed to my side, a gentle hand over my side where I was cut the most.  I felt no main, but I flinched anyway. He yanked his hand back, and fell to just letting his hand hover over me.

"How are you? Are you okay? How much pain are you in? Darling I'm so sorr-" He sighed. "You know what I want to say."

"Dont worry, I'm okay. Bunny is an expert in healing, Without him I would've- yeah." He went quiet.

"I must thank him, then." He said after a moment, dryly. I knew he didn't want to, but he knew he had to.

"I.. I have a request."  I said after a moment of deafening silence.

"What? I'd do anything." He asked hopefully.

"Make peace with the Guardians."

He sighed. " I cant do that, Darling. Anything else. I can do anything else."

"Why not? They're all good people, I don't understand why you hate them so much."

"I have my reasons and I cant just change it. The Guardians, they like to stomp out anyone who isn't them from getting too big, too powerful. They're the real monsters, power hungry monsters." He spat bitterly.

'I'm going to be a Guardian," I blurted. He looked up to me suddenly, lips parted in shock.

"No, you cant.  I wont let you." He said simply.

"Dad, its my choice-"

"I said no, and I mean no, now once you're better we'll go home and-"

I'm not a child anymore!" I exclaimed to him. "I'm eighteen, I'm legally an adult and my first decision is to do what I'm apparently destined to do, become a Guardian."

"Why? So you can wallow around in some workshop, finding ways to trick little kids into believing that there's good in the world? That nothing can harm their pretty little heads? What can you do to help? Set their houses on fire? Do you remember last time you lost control and that little boy-"

"Enough! Out. I want you out." I said to him sharply. I had enough, his words  were making me want to burst in tears.  I didn't want to think about the little boy.  I didnt want to think about my fire. I wanted to get better and become a Guardian and not use my fire and do something to help at least somebody. I wanted to get him to accept the fact that I was going to be a Guardian someday and he couldn't go reeking havoc with his nightmares anymore. Why can't he just say okay and support this? I'm not his little girl anymore.