Disclaimer: LuckyTigger: Thanks! I thought the idea was cute, too. OH, AND GUYS, I LIED- THE ORDER OF REQUESTS ARE A LITTLE SCRAMBLED. BEAR WITH ME.
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Characters: Elesa-centric, with some Elesa X Volkner as requested. I mean, she's a model…so of course I'm going to twist that. You know me. (I mean, look at what I did to Kotone in 'Patron Saint'. I have major issues.)
Summary: Drabble set to a song from my favorite band- 'Helena Beat' by Foster the People.
Helena Beat
~I tried to say that's not the only way,
I never knew if I could convince myself to change;
You were pacing, I was insecure
Slip and fall- I got the calls from the prison I was living in~
I'm not hungry, really. No, really, I'm not- I just had a huge breakfast, so I have no room for lunch at all. Huh? What did I have for breakfast, you ask? Um… a-an omelet. Two, actually. Gosh, I'm stuffed. You have no idea. What? My stomach just rumbled? N-no! That's ridiculous! I'm not hungry. The idea of food makes me sick.
What's with that worried look, Volkner? I'm telling you that I'm fine. You believe me, don't you, sweetheart?
Yes, of course you do. You always do.
I-I'm s-so g-g-grateful f-for t-t-that…
(But if I am, why do I feel so miserable when you simply accept my explanation?)
000
I'm not sick, really. No, really, I'm not- I just had to pee really badly, and that was why I ran to the bathroom so fast. Huh? I was acting weird all through dinner, you say- I was pushing my food around and not eating much? You must be imagining things, honey. What? You heard me puking? N-no! That's ridiculous! I feel absolutely, one-hundred-percent fine. Better than ever, even.
What's with that concerned look, Volkner? I'm telling you that I'm fine. You believe me, don't you, darling?
Yes, of course you do. You always do.
I'm so grateful for…for that…
(But there are some nights I think that I'm really not at all.)
000
I'm not sad, really. No, really, I'm not- I just had a bad dream, and that's why I woke from sleep crying. Huh? I've been down for quite a while now? Don't be silly; my life is… is perfect. It's so, so perfect. I'm a model. I get to walk around the streets and talk to crowds and sign autographs. What? You think that the things people have been saying about me are making me sad? N-no! That's ridiculous! Why should I care if they say I'm fat, or ugly, or shallow? Because I don't. I don't at all.
What's with that pitying look, Volkner? I'm telling you that I'm fine. You believe me, don't you, baby?
Yes, of course you do. You always do.
I-I'm so g-g-grateful for t-t-that.
(N-no, y-y-you're not m-making me c-c-cry, honest. You're doing everything right.
Right?)
000
Nothing's wrong, really. No, really, nothing is- I just feel bad sometimes, you know? There are days when my arms itch so badly, and it seems that letting the blood flow eases some of the agitation. There are some days when I look at the mirror and see a beautiful me, and others when I look at the mirror and see something hideous that doesn't deserve your love. That's why I cut all my hair off, you know. I thought that it might make my face appear slimmer, more edgy. Huh? Why do I feel so bad? I don't really know. My parents used to tell me to quit moping around, since there was nothing wrong with my life- I mean, they're right. Depression's a fad. It doesn't matter if what all the boys in my school ever wanted was to get in my pants, and nothing more. Or that all my friends would bitch about me behind my back. I mean, that's what all teenagers have to go through. I was no different. What? I'm beautiful and perfect just the way I am? I used to think that too, Volkner, but now I'm not so sure. Why would people bully other people that are beautiful and perfect? If I was, then I wouldn't be picked on. Not now, not ever.
What's with the shaking of your head, Volkner? You agree with me, don't you, dear?
You don't? You say that my parents were wrong, and that I'm wrong? You're saying that I really am beautiful and perfect, and that I don't need to continue doing any of the things I was doing to hurt myself?
No one's ever said that to me before. Not anyone. Not even the counselors at school.
I… Arceus, Volkner, I'm so grateful for this.
(And this time it's the truth.)
~Yeah, yeah, it's okay
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way
Yeah, yeah, and I'm alright
I took a sip of something poison but I hold on tight~