Ever get the feeling... That something wasn't supposed to happen?
Now, I'm not gonna get all philosophical or anything. But seriously. Ever get that feeling? I do. A lot. More than I would like to.
See, I'm not exactly everyone's favorite person. My nick-name is "Vriska Spiderbitch". Yeah, it really is. One, because I love spiders, and two, because I'm a bitch.
It wasn't always like that though. There was one person that I made a connection with. One boy. And I fucked up. I fucked it all up.
See, when I had just started middle school, I was a whiney brat, as expected. But there was one boy. Tavros Nitram. He accepted me, hung out with me. My family, the Serkets, was actually acquainted with the Nitram family. I guess that kind of influenced the friendship.
Tavros was kind, even when I wasn't. We'd play a lot, mostly role-play games where I was a pirate and he was my cabin boy. But, that didn't last long.
I took it too far. He chased me when I took something important from him. He chased me into the street. And that's when it happened.
He was hit by a car. He didn't die, but, he was paralyzed from the waist down. It was my fault, and we both knew it. Our relationship was never the same after that. We moved farther apart, we stopped hanging out, he didn't even talk to me often.
I hated myself for it. Me, the heartless Vriska Serket.
Now, all I do is bully people, and piss people off, just for kicks. My mom seems proud of me, but she feels like the only one.
I just, wish I could go back. Fix everything I did. Everything I've done. But I know I can't.
Now, here I am, 15 years later. Alone. Not a friend in the world. Yes, I'm still young, but... I don't even have hope for myself. It's too late. Too late for me to fix my mistakes. Too late for me to apologize. Too late for me to tell him. To tell him how I felt. How I still feel. Tavros...
There was a knock at the door. Who could it be? I stand, walking to the door and opening it. I find Tavros, with new robotic legs, standing in front of me. I hold back a smile and tears.
"Uh, hey Vriska... Sorry to disturb you, but, uh, I thought we might hang out a little... You know... Like old times?"
I smirk instead of smile, before ruffling his fluffy mohawk.
"Sure dweeb."
He smiles, a slight red tint in his cheeks.
Maybe not all hope is lost.
