Chosen By The Gods

Medical Conditions

HUNT’S POINT OF VIEW

Something happened when he touched me. The symptoms that I have when I don’t take my pill, hit me harder than ever. Or it’s my imagination? 

God, I can’t trust myself. And it’s damn frustrating!!!

Why can't I just be damn normal??? Why? What did I do wrong in this life?

FUCK!!!

And him...I mean, he was so damn rude, then he came and touched me without giving me an explanation, then he just left. I saw the look in his eyes, I'm used to that look. I see it in the mirror. Uncertainty, fear, anger, hope. Maybe he’s also bipolar. That would be an expplanation.

Ok,this is becoming annoying! ENOUGH ABOUT HIM!!!

I need to think about something else. Anything else!

The little fairy! Yes, she's perfect.

She didn’t leave my side all day, and I had to intimidate a few guys and push 2 into the wall. But her smile made it all worth it. I mean, she's like a ray of sunshine. Somehow, thanks to her chaotic and bubbly temperament, I forget that I'm broken beyond repair, I forget that I'm just a shell, a burden that keeps my mom from living a happy, normal life. From having a boyfriend, getting married, because who would want a woman that has a sick 20 years old kid with countless...fuck! And the worst part, no matter how much I insist on living on my own, my mom wouldn't let me. She says that she would feel alone, but I know that it's because she doesn't think that I would manage by myself, and, no matter how much I try and convince myself that maybe I would make it on my own, she's probably right. She's always right. So,I wouldn't.

I push every negative thought at the back of my head, not wanting to upset mom, and with a fake smile on my face, I open the door. The moment I stepped inside the house,I was welcomed by a delicious smell.

My mom should be a chef. I haven't ate better food than hers in my entire life.

I tip toe my way into the kitchen, and gave my mom a kiss on the cheek from behind, scaring the life out of her.

“ HUNT! You want to kill me? ” She turns around and puts her hand over her racing heart, and I laugh.

“ I don’t care that you’re big as a mountain, I can still kick your ass! ” She threatens through narrowed eyes, faking anger, but I know better. She could never land a hand on me. She's too sweet and kind.

I hug her, then kiss her cheek again, as a plead for forgiveness, and she finally smiles.

She’s 5.5 ft tall,her blonde hair is always in a tight bum, but that makes her soft features look even more softer.

Her blue eyes are dark, but calming, just like her velvet voice.

“ I know mom, but I also know that you would never do it. You’re all talk, no action! ” I say cheekily ,because I know she would never lay a hand on me. She never did. And I have to admit that I caused a lot of problems. Not intentionally, but I’m not myself if I don’t get my meds.

Sometimes I wonder how she puts up with me. It can’t be easy, it’s not easy for me, so for her must be Hell. But, she never complained. Not even once.

And she’s a single mother. My dad left when I was a baby, but she did her best to play both roles. I haven’t seen him, not even in a picture, and mom doesn't like to talk about him, and I don't ask, because I don't want to see her sad, so I don't know what kind of man he was either. But then again, he left us, so he can't be a nice guy.

“ Anyway,how was your first day? ” I decide not to tell her about the weird guy, because she's very protective of me, and I don’t want her to worry. She has enough on her plate as it is, so I tell her about the small fairy.

“ That’s so nice of you, baby. I’m proud of you! ” She gives me a kiss on the cheek, and takes whatever it is in the oven, then place it on the table.

“ I’ll go and change, then help you set the table, ok? ”I say as I walk backwards towards my room.

“ Take your time,the food is still hot. ” I go upstairs, I take a fast shower in the bathroom across my room, then wrap a towel around me and go in my room to get dressed.  The room is nice, not big, but not small. The closet ocuppies the entire left wall, and on the right, there's a desk right in front of the window.

I look in the closet, and I smile as I see that all my clothes are already inside. I put on a black T-shirt and a pair of grey sweats, then go back and set the table.

The dinner was spent as usual in a comfortable silence, and at the end, I realized that I’ve been thinking about that guy the whole time.

" Thanks for the meal, mom. " I say, then kiss her cheeks, and she beams.

" My pleasure, baby. " She replies and kisses my cheeks in return, then pinches them, making me fake a groan.

" Shut up. You're my baby, and I'll do what I want with you! " She says in a determined tone, making me chuckle, them pull her in a big hug.

" I love you, mom. And I want to thank you for loving me back. " I kiss her head, and she tightens her grip around me, and I can tell that she's doing it with all her might, but I barely feel it.

" There's no need to thank me, baby. I thank you. " She replies as she pulls back and looks up at me, making me smile at how funny she looks.

" You're so small... " I trail off and I take a few steps back so she can't reach me, when I see her narrowing her eyes.

" You're asking for an ass woping. " She says, trying to sound angry, but as I said, her voice and eyes wouldn't let her.

" Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm going upstairs and study. "

" Ok, love you! "

" Love you too! " I reply from the top of the stairs, then go inside my room, take my books and sit at the desk and start studying.

What’s his problem with me? Why was he so angry? Why was he so scared when he touched me? I have a reason, I'm... well, sick. But he? To be honest, he doesn't look sick. But then again, neither do I.

And his cologne, it’s damn intoxicating. His blue eyes are hypnotizing, I could look at them all day long.

He's handsome, I have to give it to him, but... why am I thinking about him AGAIN?

I decide to try and study again, and forget about him, but it's easier said than done. It felt good when he touched me. Weird, but good. Soothing...it brought me peace, comfort.

I’m not gay, so I don’t like him in “that” way, so why do I keep thinking about him? Why do I want to be around him? Maybe I want him as a friend. I didn’t have a lot of friends until now, so probably that’s the reason. Yes. That's the reason.

I spent the rest of the day listening to music, but no matter how hard I tried, or what I did, I ended up thinking about the weird guy.

Weird. Very weird.

Before I know it, it’s morning and time to go to school.

As usual, I eat my breakfast, kiss my mom goodbye, and walk to school. Even though I could take the bus, I prefer walking. It calms me down and gives me time to think. And this morning, it seems that my brain chose to think about that guy again. I roll my eyes at myself, and groan in frustration. This is not normal. 

I see in the distance a certain someone sittingg on one of the campus benches, dressed in a neon green skirt, yellow top, red shoes and blue backpack. A little rainbow which I like to call “Fairy”.

I can’t help but laugh out loud, and she looks towards me with a huge smile that it's brighter than the sun itself.

Her red hair is tied in a messy bum, and a few strands of hair are cupping her small face, complimenting her smile.

“ HUNTTTT !!! ” She yells from the top of her lungs, which man would think that they are small, but damn, they're not. I mean, I'm pretty sure that whoever is near her just went deaf. Then starts running towards me as if she hasn't seen me since forever, and launches herself in my arms like we’ve been best friend since kindergarten, and not met yesterday.

“ Fairy? ” The question was the *what in the name of God are you doing?*  type of question, but it didn't faze her. 

I grab her by her small shoulders, being carreful not to squeeze her too hard, because I like her, and I don't want to break her, and push her gently, then keep my hand up to keep a safe distance between us. 

She goes around my hand and wraps her arm around my waist, looking up at me with that contagious smile on her face, and I give up. She's too sweet for her own good.

The angle that her head... she’ll break her neck. I laugh again and shake my head in amusement. 

And I thought that I’m the one with mental health problems.

“ You do know that we know each other since yesterday, right? ” I ask as a rhetorical question, but I have a feeling that she'll answer anyway.

“ And? You’re my best friend! You stood up for me more than my own parents did. I love you, and I’m not afraid to show it! ” I look at the little creature that holds the biggest smile in the human history, and I realize that she's the first person that I really like.

“ You’re gonna be a pain in the ass, aren’t you? ” She nods her head vigorously, and tilts her chin up, as if she’s proud of herself.

“ Yep! Ohhh by the way, while I waited for you, I heard a few girls talking about you. So, don’t get scared if you’ll be bombarded by them. I’ve got your back. I’ll tell you which ones are loonies and which are ok. Well, at least the ones that I know...... ” Of course, she continued her mumbling the whole way inside the building, and I couldn't help but smile.

Damn, she talks a lot.

“ We’ve got the same classes! ” She yelps and jumps up and down like a kid on Christmas day, making me laugh. 

“ Yes fairy, we do. ” I say between chuckles as I slightly open my backpack to check if I have my meds with me and I hear Fairy yelling.

“ Hey! Watch out! ” I close my backpack fast and look at fairy, who is now a few feet away from me, and a very skinny blondie, on very high heels, with too few clothes on if you ask me, and that's now invading my personal space.

“ Then get out of my way, freak! ” The blondie hisses back, and Fairy crosses her little hands over her chest and pouts sweetly, but doesn't say anything.

“ So, I wanted to ask you your name, and maybe your number. ” She tries to say in a seductive way, but it sounds more like a broken record.

She straightens her back to push her breasts out and plays with her hair, twirling it around her finger, trying to be sexy. Well, the beauty and sexiness went out the window the second she called my Fairy a freak.

I disregard the blondie and look at Fairy, who's about to turn and go.

“ Fairy! You’re not going anywhere! You were supposed to warn me about the crazy ones! Watch my back! Remember? ” The crazy blonde looks at me confused, and Fairy comes to me with her huge smile, then wraps her arm around my waist, ok, not around, because her arm is too small, but it reaches my back, and she takes a grip of my T-shirt, and I put my hand over her shoulders, not leaving the whole weight on her, because, as I said, I’m afraid I’ll break her, but enough to make her feel safe.

“ She’s one of the crazy ones! ” Fairy says with a huff while she looks at the blondie from head to toe with a victorious smile, making me chuckle. God, she's something else.

“ Who do you think you’re talking to? Do you have any idea who I am??? ” The blondie yells at Fairy, who tightens her grip on my shirt and comes even closer.

I noticed that she tenses when someone is yelling, even if that person it's not yelling at her.

So, as Fairy is frozen, I take charge.

“ I don’t know who you are, but I’ll tell you what you are. You’re a narcissistic bimbo who will NEVER talk to Fairy like this! ” She looks at me with wide eyes and open mouth, as if I'm crazy because I chose Fairy over her.

Well, I am crazy, but that has nothing to do with my choice. 

I feel Fairy relaxing, and I look down at her and wink, making her smile. 

“ Let’s go Fairy, we’ll be late to class! ” We start walking to class, and I see that a few students stopped and looked at us.

“ Thank you. ” Fairy says in a low voice, but keeps the smile on her face.

“ Well, you said we’re best friends. I won’t let some bimbo to talk to you like that. ” She smiles gratefully, and I smile back. Damn, this girl made me smile more than I smiled in the last two years.

“ Just one more thing. ” She stops, and I look at her expectantly.

“ Walk slower, I’m practically jogging over here! You’re 6.3 ft and I’m like 5.2. One step of yours it's three of mine. ” I chuckle, and she rolls her eyes, but the smile is still there.

We walked much slower than I'm used to, and we were the last to get inside, but then again, she's worth it. 

I hear people whispering, saying that we’re a couple, and how come I even looked at her, fact that makes me angry.

Don't mind them Hunt. It has no point.

I keep repeating until my anger subsided, and the need to beat each and every one of them dissapeared. 

I get it that some people find me very attractive, but Fairy is a beautiful girl as well. A bit weird with all her colors, but she has beautiful long hair, big hazel eyes with golden speckles that makes them look like they're painted, and despite the fact that she’s small, she has a beautiful body, nice curves, and a beautiful, fairy’s face, with the cutest button nose I've ever seen. 

But, unfortunatey, people tend to look at your flaws, and it doesn’t matter how you look or what kind of person you are, if you’re not dressing, acting or talking like them, you’re a freak. 

Well, she’s my little fairy freak.

“ Do you hear what they’re saying? Are you sure that you want to be my friend? ” She asks in a small, hesitant voice, and fear in her eyes, fact that breaks my heart, but also angers me.

“ Yes fairy, I hear what they’re saying, and yes, I want to be your friend. You’re my little rainbow, fairy freak. ” I wink at her and she lets out a breath of relief, then gives me her signature smile.

“ And I have to tell you some things about me. Maybe you won't want to be my friend after you find out. ” I say, and she looks at me puzzled for a second, then she shakes her head. 

“ There’s nothing you can say to lose me as a friend, Hunt. ” She whispers determined, because the teacher started lecturing, then opened her book, not leaving room for further discussion.

The hour passed quite fast, and despite the fact that we were situated close to the door, Fairy and I were the last to get out. She sure takes her sweet time.

The whole day we heard people talking and judging as they saw Fairy practically glued to me, but who gives a f**k? I certainly don't. I'm out of f***s to give since a long time ago.

At lunch we took our food, and Fairy took me to a remote place, because I told her that we need to talk. I want to tell her about my problems because I really like her, and for some strange reason, I trust her.

“ You know,you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. ” She says in an understanding voice, after we sat on the green grass facing each other.

“ I want to. ” She nods, and looks at me with big eyes, waiting for me to start.

“ I have a few mental problems. ” She blinks and nods her head, but her facial expression doesn't change.

“ I’m bipolar, MPD-multiple personality disorder, I also have panic attacks, and if I don’t take my meds I hear voices.” I say it all at once, then take a much needed breath, and look at Fairy to see her reaction.

“ What should I do if you have a panic attack? ” From all the things that I said, that’s her concern. I can’t help but laugh, and she tilts her head, looks at me through narrowed eyes like she doesn’t understands why I’m laughing.

“ What’s so funny? Is this the other you? ” She asks genuinely as she leans closer, squints her eyes and looks at me, as if, if she looks very good, she could tell if this is *the other me*. I can’t help but laugh harder.

“ You’re something else alright! No ,it’s just that most people would run away by now. ” I say after I manage to stop laughing, and she shrugs her shoulders.

“ I’m Fairy, I’m not most people. Besides, it’s not your fault. Now, tell me what should I do if you have a panic attack? Is there something that calms you down? Like singing? Because I’m pretty good at singing. ” Her voice is a mix of concern and sweetness, fact that makes my heart grow. She really is special. I smile, and she looks at me with wide eyes waiting for my answer.

“ You can try. But mostly, I have to wait until it’s finished. My mom hugs me and rubs my back. And she tells me to breath. I mean, I would if I could! ” I say in a DUH tone, and she giggles, then taps my shoulder in reassurance.

“ I get you. I’ll make some research and I’ll find a way. ”

“ Thank you. ”

“ You don’t have to thank me. You would do the same. Actually you’re already doing it. I haven’t been bullied since yesterday. You know how weird that is? ” I look at her small frame, and I really don’t understand how could someone bully her. It’s like you would hit a puppy. Who does that?

“ Well, your bullying days are gone. ” She smiles gratefully, and we start eating in a comfortable silence.

We go back in, and I see the weird guy looking right at me, biting his inner cheek as if he’s thinking if he should approach me or not.

 Fairy wraps her hand around my waist as usual, and his demeanor changed. He looks…angry?

“ What’s the deal with that guy? ” I ask Fairy, and she looks up at me.

“ Nothing. I mean, he’s the hot shot of the campus, like the perfect guy. And I don’t know what got into him yesterday in the cafeteria, but normally he’s really cool. He doesn’t bully people. Quite the contrary, nobody has the guts to bully someone when he’s around. ” I understand the part with the hot shot. I mean, I’m not gay, but I have to admit that he’s beautiful. Ohh God. Handsome. f**k. He's... a guy that looks good. Why do I... ? See what I was talking about? Mental illnesses? Never mind.

But if he's so nice, why is he acting like that with me? And why does it bother me? Am I developing another condition? I sure hope not. I have more than enough.

Before I get the chance to go to him and ask him what’s his problem with me, he turned around and left. Well... another time will be.