「𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗘」❝ I am not my parents and I will never be ❞
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
Cassidy Crane was not only the daughter of one, but two super villains and that meant she was going to live a life of prejudice. However, she was nothing like her parents, and he...
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Cassidy was dreaming about her parents, uncertain if it was memory or imagination. Perceiving from a youthful height, she glanced upward.
A man and a woman, both in their early thirties, smiled lovingly at her. With that instant realization, Cassidy recognized this as a memory.
Memories stirred in Cassidy's mind. She now recalled the day in question. Recognizing her mother's red sundress and messy bun, Cassidy remembered how the woman's hair, refusing to be contained in its tight bun, framed her mother's round-shaped face. Her lips, always touched with a faint reddish hue, completed the picture.
Her father, dressed in brown trousers and a loose-fitting white button-up blouse with buttons in the wrong holes, brought back memories. She now remembered the reason for the misplaced buttons - Cassidy's failed attempt to help her father dress, a moment her father had chosen not to correct because he was so damn proud of his daughter for achieving something most of her age would struggle with.
Cassidy let out a shriek of delight as her father effortlessly lifted her in the air, a feeling of security and trust, knowing he would not drop her. Her laughter, harmonious and pure, was soon echoed by her mother's in a perfect synchrony. Finally, the father's laughter joined the chorus, completing the joyous moment.
"But in that blink, the warmth of her father's embrace vanished. The harsh bite of the air now stung her face, and a chilling cold engulfed her body. Darkness encroached on her vision, casting an ominous shadow over the joyous memory.
She was falling, hurtling toward the ground with each passing moment. The distance to the earth grew shorter, and her father, the one who promised to catch her, was nowhere in sight. The deception, a betrayal she couldn't have anticipated, echoed in her mind.
A chorus of realization echoed through her mind, the weight of the deception settling on her like a cruel betrayal. He lied, the thought repeated, the shattered promise carving a deep wound in her heart.
Cassidy sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, her cheeks wet with tears. She rubbed her eyes, still dazed and disoriented. Her throat felt raw and her body was rigid, a clear sign of the intense emotions she had just experienced in her sleep.
Once her thoughts had collected, her eyesight sharpened, and her mind returned to the present moment. She grimaced at the feeling of her body drenched in sweat, the heavy mink blankets clinging to her in the oppressive heat. Despite the uncomfortable situation, Cassidy knew that the overheating was not the fault of the blankets—it was her body that had forgotten how to properly regulate its own temperature.
She turned to glance at the clock on her nightstand, a low groan escaping her lips as she saw the hands pointing to midnight. Rubbing a damp hand through her hair, she reached out with the other to flick the switch, turning on the lamp beside her, the brightness of the light momentarily blinding her after the pitch-blackness of her room.
If her grandmother were awake right now, she would surely scold Cassidy for using her powers to turn on the light when it was well within arm's reach. Particularly, a trivial task like this wouldn't warrant the use of her abilities, at least in her grandmother's strict opinion.
Cassidy shifted in her bed, rolling onto her side and opening the drawer in her nightstand. A specific book was on her mind; she wanted something to keep her awake so she wouldn't have to sleep, avoiding the possibility of another dream about her parents. The memory of the previous dream was still too fresh in her mind, and she wasn't ready to take the chance again.
Cassidy leaned back against the headboard, resigning herself to spending the rest of the night engrossed in a book chosen randomly from her grandmother's extensive library. As a sigh escaped her lips, her body protested the lack of rest, a silent plea for the sleep she was avoiding. Yet, despite the growing fatigue, she stubbornly continued to ignore her body's needs, determined to distract herself from the nightmares of the past.
She was well aware that come morning, she would most likely regret her decision to stay up all night. After all, she was to become a student at Sky High, a school for teenagers with extraordinary abilities. The thought of attending classes while being sleep-deprived was not a pleasant one.
The powers she possessed, a part of her that she both loved and hated, served as a constant reminder of her parents. While the powers brought her strength, they also reminded her of her loss, stirring up memories of her family every time she used them
"But this wasn't a newfound realization for Cassidy. It was a recurring pattern, one she had become all too familiar with over time. And as much as she hated it, she knew it wasn't going away anytime soon. The truth was harsh, but undeniable - her parents weren't coming back. Unless she managed to accept that reality, these restless nights filled with painful dreams would continue to plague her.
Her parents had made a conscious choice, opting for power over their familial bonds. It was a difficult truth to accept, yet one that could not be ignored. Their decision had left Cassidy to deal with the aftermath, and she silently seethed, struggling to come to terms with their abandonment.
The thought filled her with an inexplicable anger, a resentment that simmered beneath the surface. It was as if they had prioritized their own selfish desires over the well-being of their child. Cassidy's fists clenched as her body tensed, the frustration and hurt building up inside her, desperately trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to spill over.
Despite the anger that coursed through her veins, Cassidy could never quite manage to fully embrace a feeling of hatred towards her parents. No matter how many times they had let her down, no matter how much they had hurt her, there was still a part of her that loved them. This inner conflict made the pain of their absence even more difficult to bear, as she wrestled with the constant struggle between love and anger.
The contradictions in her feelings created a sort of emotional tug-of-war within her. She wanted to hate them for leaving her alone, yet she couldn't extinguish the love she still held for them. This internal struggle was a constant source of torment, leaving her feeling torn and conflicted.
Night after night, she would find herself grappling with this battle between love and anger, unable to find a middle ground. It was a maddening cycle, one that left her feeling helpless and vulnerable, forever caught in the throes of her own whirlwind of emotions.
The endless cycle of loving and being unable to hate her parents was exhausting, yet she found herself trapped in its grip. As much as she tried to escape, to move on from the pain and find peace, the memories and emotions continued to haunt her, always pulling her back into their vortex.
