Immortality is a power that everyone desires. To use in their own ways. To be able to live, to see your great-great grandchildren, to still have that beautiful, young look – for more than a century, more than a lifetime. I yearned for that inconceivable power, and I got it.
Unfortunately.
Out of the millions of other immature little girls, I have been cursed with this power for centuries. It had not come to my mind, when I was still a…'human' that it would hurt so badly, like drills burrowing deeply into my hard, emotionless skin, to see your family suddenly vanish. Everyone you love pulled away from you. Having the whole world to yourself, but no one to share it with.
Frozen forever at fourteen.
I woke up in my own bed, my curls wildly tangled, and flying around to all sides. The sun stretched across my face from the window right across my bed.
On the large dresser next to my bed, were Chanel perfume bottles and hand lotions, and from the night before, my fur jacket which I had probably just tossed onto the dresser, because I usually put it on the leather chair next to the door. I had everything. But whenever I look in the mirror, I don't see me. I see a porcelain skinned, tired, thin girl with a pore-less face and huge, green eyes. When I look in the mirror, I always expect to see a dull, blonde girl with an acne-covered face.
Compared to the gorgeous girl in the mirror, I was nothing.
Someone, probably Gardevoir, my close Pokemon friend and companion, must have sensed my thoughts because I heard a distant female voice in my head.
You are beautiful. You are smart. You are everything to me and your friends.
It made me feel like crap.
If I was….'right' I would most likely be the outcast of the world. The girl who thought she was nothing, and was completely happy with being nothing. I shook my head, and got up and shuffled to the kitchen, where Gardevoir was fixing up breakfast.
"Good morning master." She smiled.
I winced, "How many times have I told you to just call me Denise?" I wasn't anyone's master, not even my own Pokemon's. I pretty much allowed them to run around all over the place, and hadn't really battled a lot. I hate battling. It just feels wrong to me. I only battle when it's desperately needed.
"Sorry...master," she grinned.