Lost Tempest Queen

Could You Be Less Obvious?

I look around for the best way to sneak out without being seen. After today’s events, I am too emotionally exhausted to deal with anything else. My luck is something else, why can’t I just catch a break? I manage to sneak out but not without being seen. Alex sees me but doesn’t try and stop me or talk. He just gives me a hurt look, I wasn’t expecting that reaction. Why would he be upset if I avoided him? Maybe it was because he was nice and helped me out and here I am acting like he’s the plague.

I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. It was bad enough that when I see him, I wanted to run straight to him like some damn fan girl. Then sneaking out, my heart hurt. I feel so sad that he did not even bother trying to talk to me. My feelings for this guy I don’t even know are crazy. He only spoke to me the first time out of obligation to help me when I was lost. Man, it would be nice to have someone to talk to when I feel like this, so confused about my emotions. My mother isn’t a fan of me having friends I would hate her to find out I was interested in some guy, she would blow a gasket.

A lone tear escapes my eye and runs down my cheek. What is wrong with me? There is no way I am crying right now. I need a nap to calm my emotions because this feels crazy to me. Maybe I need to talk with a therapist just till I get settled since this is maybe normal, after moving from home. We will see after I come back from my birthday. I walk back to my room and finish cleaning my side, noticing Dorthy’s side is spotless already but she is gone. It has taken me forever to clean my side how in the world did she get her side done in half an hour? I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth because I sure don’t need her around.

My alarm went off and I went down the hall to change the laundry. My luck is the best, I open the washer and my once beautiful cream and gold comforter is now pitch black. I’m confused for all five seconds when I spot the bottle of black cloth dye in the bin. Dorthy must have put this in my wash cycle. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing this bothered me so I look over and the black has completely covered the red paint stain. I am just gonna dry it and roll with the punches.

Maybe if I didn’t acknowledge her she would get bored and stop. I opted to stay with my laundry this time for no additional issues. Scrolling through my phone I sent a quick message to Va-Lara that she was welcome to come Sunday if she wanted, and that I cleared it with my dad. She replied quickly that she would see if she could get one of the girls at work to cover her shift. I didn’t want to have to go alone even though it was my party. I wouldn’t have friends there, even if I knew all of the guests none of them were there because they liked me.

I spent my entire life as a loner because of how strict my mom was most of my friends wouldn’t dare come over. My parents pushed me to focus on school and work above a social life. Looking back all the kids that came over only once before making excuses every time after. Every parent pushes their children to succeed through. Even though she was super strict, I still understood why. She told me she grew up without much and had to work extra hard and make tough choices to get to where she is today. She said she wanted the best for me and that a social life could wait.

Having a workaholic mother, she would definitely want me to be as or more successful as her. I am thankful that she has taught me both outstanding work ethic and to push myself hard to finish what I start. When I confessed that I wanted to be a pediatric orthopedic surgeon my mother was disappointed in me. I know you’re thinking that’s crazy who wouldn’t want a child to be a surgeon, well apparently my mother.

She wanted me to work for her company and we butted heads because I don’t have a business passion. It took a few months for her to finally let me apply to medical school and I honestly think, she hoped I would not get approved. Much to her disappointment, I not only got offer letters back but was given a full ride including room and board. I still needed to pay for book and food but I could go anywhere without her having to pay for it.

With the dryer bringing me out of my thoughts, I head back to make my bed. Dorthy was inside with some loud cartoon on screaming again. I noticed her side-eye me while I was quietly making my bed. The look of disappointment when I didn’t give her the time of day, confirmed that she was pushing my buttons to get a rile out of me. Too bad for her I wasn’t going to be an easy victory.

I pulled out my work clothes. I like to have everything ready for my next day, and with them laid out ready. I grab my night clothes and head for the bathroom to get a shower. I finish up my nightly routine and prepare to lay down since the diner didn’t need me till around ten am. I lay down and I was disappointed, that I was not greeted by Nyoka. Instead, I dream of the story she told me and the dark witches going after the princess.

I dreamed of giant dragons and an array of other creatures so magnificent I could hardly guess how I had imagined them. The dream wasn’t scary but it was not comforting either. The thought of why a white witch would turn dark crossed my mind. The confusion on how that was even possible if all witches were white witches to start with. What would a white witch need to do to become an ugly dark witch?

Can a dark witch return to being a white witch after being a dark witch or would they be lost forever? How in the world did all the white witches go dark in the first place so quickly? Ugh, I don’t even know why I was questioning this like it had any merit or meaning to my life. I internally face-palmed myself. I really could not stop my thoughts though with all the questions about the story. How did the girl escape and what happened to the seer? Why were so many lives lost?

I kept letting the questions hear me because my mind had no answers. I would normally be anxious about starting a new job but not this time. My anxiety seems to be more over a silly dream I have been having than over the important things going on in real life. Yeah, I need to seek therapy when I get home, this obsessive behavior can’t be healthy. Maybe I’m the one having a mental breakdown? That would explain a lot about my insane emotions with Alex and my anxiety about my dreams.

I need to make an effort to block everything out tomorrow and be more emotionally stable. If not my new boss may fire me thinking I’m so nut job who can’t handle the stress. I just need to get focused and push all the extra stuff out of my mind that I don’t need. Like the drama with Dorthy, my birthday party, the dream every night, and Alex. Tomorrow will be a better day.