Beyond Grim And Evil
(A/N: First oneshot up of two.)
Popularity, Love
Popularity was everything to her. Everything was not a word used lightly in this case, for it was, quite literally, her everything. It was what she breathed for. It was a sign of power, of class, of her social standing. To be included in the popular crowd and yes, even becoming the queen bee, was her whole life's goal. It was the goal of many a young girl or boy coming into a new school. Popularity meant to be loved and looked up to by everyone. Popularity meant you were the crème de la crème of the school. Popularity meant you had the most desired friends in the whole student body. Popularity meant you had friends. Popularity meant you were loved…
Oh how she needed it. Oh how she desired that feeling. Friends, love… Love… For you see, that was one thing she was seriously lacking. That was the thing she craved. To be loved. You would never guess it by looking at her, she supposed. After all, what trials and hardships could she have possibly had? After all, who couldn't love her? She was certainly worthy of all the love and all the friends in the world. What child wasn't, let alone her? What child wasn't…? Her.
Immortals there were times she could just burst into tears when she thought about it. You'd think her life was a dream, that she just floated by, carried through life by whoever she deemed fit enough to carry her. Her wealth and social standing was surely proof enough of that. No. It was wrong. It was all wrong. Her father doted on her, yes, spoiled her endlessly. Was it sincere, though? She no longer knew. At first it had been, but now…? Now she didn't know. Every I love you that was given, was said without him even looking at her. Did he even care anymore? Her mother… Yes, her mother… What of the woman whom had brought her forth? She could almost scoff, laugh, cry… She wanted her mother's love. Immortals knew how she wanted it. She tried. Tried so hard to please her mother, but their relationship was virtually non-existent. There was no conversation to be had that didn't end in fighting, tears, and heartbreak; and she didn't know why. Why did mommy not like her? What had she done? What had estranged mother and daughter? She didn't know. She just knew that was how it was.
They never noticed. They never noticed when she was taken from them by Bunbun's curse. They never noticed when she never came back. They never noticed what she'd been doing in the underworld. They didn't care. That wasn't possible, though. Parents were supposed to care about their children. But no. It hadn't been her father and mother who had come after her. It hadn't even been her popular 'friends.' It had been Irwin, the nerd who had risked everything for her; the one who apparently loved her more than her parent's did, which was sad, considering they weren't even technically friends. Popularity was her saving grace. Popularity, friends, love… No matter how false it was, it was love; and she could deal with false love, as long as there was at least one other who truly cared. Or three. After all, Junior and Dora weren't too bad either.