Another horrible night...
You honestly weren't expecting anything different. You have no idea just how you could. It feels like someone who really hates you has made a voodoo doll of you and is just haphazardly throwing it around. The very thought alone makes you upset to the core...
Then you remember, you have that drawing you made of that fish girl, Aloe. You head to your room and retrieve the wide, fluttery sketch paper you drew her on...
There she is again. A moonlight-blue, glittery-tail-finned Betta fish, with a mellow expression on her face. An amethyst crystal in her forehead, calm eyes, a gentle smile...
You wonder if maybe, just maybe, she really *IS* real, somehow, in some conceivable way... Maybe in a way others wouldn't quite understand, but at least you would understand it. You sit on this thought for a while, moving it with you to your bed as you burrow underneath your weighted blanket...
....and in a moment's notice, you begin to feel a strange wave of coolness over your shoulders, inching down to your chest, stopping just at the middle of your belly, snd lingering for a few moments. There it is again! That aura, or energy, if it can even be called that... That you can't quite explain to someone, or at the very least are afraid to, for fear of being thought to be mentally unhealthy... But is it really unhealthy to have an ethereal friend?
The feeling continues for a minute, then fades into a sound in your mind... A voice, that of a girl, a sweet, healing voice:
"Feeling restless, furball?"
Your face of discord melts into a relaxed smile... you know who this is. It's her.
"Aloe..." you purr at her, already feeling her magick.
"Haha... That's how I thought you'd react. That's what I wanted, of course..." She chuckles at your relaxation.
Aloe cares about everyone. Even you. She's not going to sit idly by and watch as someone like you spirals downward. She's a healer.
She swims next to you so that you can see her face. It's adorable; she's big enough to put your arms around her, and yet she looks like she's no more than a year old. And just like in your drawing of her, she's got that same relaxed expression.... Only this time, the crystal in her forehead is glowing... Wait, was it glowing the whole time you've been talking to her?
No... It couldn't have been glowing the whole time... In fact, you're only just now seeing it. It's not bright enough to hurt your eyes, but it's just bright enough that you can see it clearly. As the crystal glows, so too do Aloe's eyes...
She smiles a little wider now, noticing you're in trance. This is what she's been trying to do. This is her medicine for those on the Spectrum...
"Isn't this better, furball?" Furball... You wonder if that's what she calls everyone, and you nod at both her question and your thought.
Your eyes begin to gravitate to slits, still happily fixated on Aloe...
"Are we feeling okay?"
You nod again. You feel softer, heavier. You're okay with this, and you should be. Aloe won't hurt you, she won't hurt anybody. She can't.
"Hard day, huh?"
"Y e a h..." You almost can't hear your own voice.
"I know. Take a nap, furball... Just lay your head on the pillow and rest it all away..."
You drift your head into your pillow, which now feels just like a cloud, and before you can think of anything else to say, sleep takes you over...
Aloe's a good fish, isn't she?
You honestly weren't expecting anything different. You have no idea just how you could. It feels like someone who really hates you has made a voodoo doll of you and is just haphazardly throwing it around. The very thought alone makes you upset to the core...
Then you remember, you have that drawing you made of that fish girl, Aloe. You head to your room and retrieve the wide, fluttery sketch paper you drew her on...
There she is again. A moonlight-blue, glittery-tail-finned Betta fish, with a mellow expression on her face. An amethyst crystal in her forehead, calm eyes, a gentle smile...
You wonder if maybe, just maybe, she really *IS* real, somehow, in some conceivable way... Maybe in a way others wouldn't quite understand, but at least you would understand it. You sit on this thought for a while, moving it with you to your bed as you burrow underneath your weighted blanket...
....and in a moment's notice, you begin to feel a strange wave of coolness over your shoulders, inching down to your chest, stopping just at the middle of your belly, snd lingering for a few moments. There it is again! That aura, or energy, if it can even be called that... That you can't quite explain to someone, or at the very least are afraid to, for fear of being thought to be mentally unhealthy... But is it really unhealthy to have an ethereal friend?
The feeling continues for a minute, then fades into a sound in your mind... A voice, that of a girl, a sweet, healing voice:
"Feeling restless, furball?"
Your face of discord melts into a relaxed smile... you know who this is. It's her.
"Aloe..." you purr at her, already feeling her magick.
"Haha... That's how I thought you'd react. That's what I wanted, of course..." She chuckles at your relaxation.
Aloe cares about everyone. Even you. She's not going to sit idly by and watch as someone like you spirals downward. She's a healer.
She swims next to you so that you can see her face. It's adorable; she's big enough to put your arms around her, and yet she looks like she's no more than a year old. And just like in your drawing of her, she's got that same relaxed expression.... Only this time, the crystal in her forehead is glowing... Wait, was it glowing the whole time you've been talking to her?
No... It couldn't have been glowing the whole time... In fact, you're only just now seeing it. It's not bright enough to hurt your eyes, but it's just bright enough that you can see it clearly. As the crystal glows, so too do Aloe's eyes...
She smiles a little wider now, noticing you're in trance. This is what she's been trying to do. This is her medicine for those on the Spectrum...
"Isn't this better, furball?" Furball... You wonder if that's what she calls everyone, and you nod at both her question and your thought.
Your eyes begin to gravitate to slits, still happily fixated on Aloe...
"Are we feeling okay?"
You nod again. You feel softer, heavier. You're okay with this, and you should be. Aloe won't hurt you, she won't hurt anybody. She can't.
"Hard day, huh?"
"Y e a h..." You almost can't hear your own voice.
"I know. Take a nap, furball... Just lay your head on the pillow and rest it all away..."
You drift your head into your pillow, which now feels just like a cloud, and before you can think of anything else to say, sleep takes you over...
Aloe's a good fish, isn't she?
