It was the later part of the afternoon. It was six pm, to be exact. The young storyteller Kelsey was once again crying angry, frustrated tears. Just overall feeling frustrated and unloved. Once again, feeling fed up with the fact that she had no proper support system. Let alone anyone who was there for her when she needed them. After all, she could say without fail that no one was there when she needed someone for support.
Again, she put so much time, love, and effort into her relationships. But she never seemed to get anything in return for all her efforts. She had tried again to call some of her friends for emotional support. However, they're yet again unavailable. Without fail, anytime she needed someone, no one was there. She couldn't get help from her family, who only abused her in every sense of the word. Her online friends barely met her halfway. And, of course, her mental health team had been zero help for months.
She couldn't even find anyone in her high rise who was remotely nice to her whenever she was struggling. So once again forced to use a little of the Portal Potion, she summoned Kimana and Ilah from the Avatar Universe. Once again, both beautiful women appeared in her bedroom. Each looks exactly like the picture done by the DA artist Lemmyklain. The only difference was again their clothes which were to fit her world.
She thanked them again for coming. She told them she was again looking for the support she only felt when her grandmother was alive. They entered the living room, where Ilah sat in the chair beside the balcony, and Kimana sat beside Kelsey on the couch. They accepted the water bottles Kelsey offered. Then they asked her what had gotten her so worked up this time.
Taking a deep breath, Kelsey started from the beginning. After over two months of not doing it, her cat, Akiko, decided to pee on her bed again. Then she told them she was unhappy with what the scale said this morning. She also stated therapy wasn't going well still. They spent half of it discussing ways to lose weight, which wasn't bad. But her therapist didn't understand why the debt ceiling directly threatened herself and millions of other Americans if they cut costs for low-income people. She had mentally called her therapist an idiot for saying it wasn't.
She also stated that all she'd wanted to do for the past two days was sit outside in the sunshine and color. But because her family constantly nagged her to exercise, she brought her desk elliptical outside. She had placed it under the picnic table, so she pedaled off and on like at the computer. But for her mother and aunt, even this wasn't enough. Nothing she did was ever enough!
Everyone, literally, everyone kept demanding more from her! To be more understanding or patient. Or do more exercise or respect more people's boundaries but not her own. Or go past what they thought her limits were! She was angry and frustrated that she wasn't ever good enough, no matter what she did. Everything was getting worse. She couldn't even enjoy coloring because she had to exercise simultaneously.
But even doing that, according to her mother and aunt, wasn't enough! She was so fed up with nothing she ever did being enough! She was also upset her mother had yelled at her for simply telling her about her day. All she had said was the worm line agreed that her mother's neighbor had been slightly rude when Kelsey showed common courtesy by saying hello and then asking how you are doing. And the person said people shouldn't ask how you are.
Either way? Kelsey had tried to find some support, only to be shut down again. Her online friends were yet again not free. They never seemed to be free or even care to reply in the first place. Hardly anyone treated her nicely in the building; thus, she had no one to talk to. Ultimately Kelsey was just angry and frustrated. All she wanted now was to be told she was enough as herself.
Kimana and Ilah did comfort her best they could. They did say doing some exercise was better then none. And if people kept demanding more from her, the only thing that would happen is the storyteller continuing to feel worse. Kelsey thanked them for giving her the love and support only her grandmother ever showed her. Again wished her grandmother was still alive. Either way, she thanked them for their time before returning them to their world. Afterward, she closed the blinds and decided to take a shower.