Poth One Shots (Requests are closed!)

Something Missing

???'s POV

For the longest time I've felt like I'm missing something. Something important. The thing is I can't even remember what it is. I guess that's not much, seeing as I cant really remember anything from before I was six. A sigh escapes my mouth as I weakly get out of bed. I walk over to the mirror, and stare into it. This will sound stupid, but I don't feel like the one looking back at me is actually myself. Like I'm seeing something through a distorted reality. It's like the short white hair strewn across my forehead isn't mine, my grey eyes look out of place, unnatural. Why do I feel like this isn't me.

"Goooooth!" I hear my voice yelled from downstairs.

"Coming mom!" I holler back, turning away from the mirror. Goth. The name doesn't suit me at all. Like seriously, who even names a child Goth. It's dumb. I throw on a black shirt, white shorts, and a white coat, hood pulled over my head. My feet pad down the stairs of my house, into the kitchen where my mom sits at the table. Her long brown hair falls perfectly over her shoulder, reflecting light from the ceiling. My father stands behind my mom, staring just above my head. He never liked me that much, I've gotten used to it.

"Goth darling," my mother begins, "your thirteenth birthday is in a week, what would you like to do?" Oh no. I completely forgot about that. I rack my brain, trying to remember what I had planned.

"Is it alright if I just wander around town with some money?" I question. Mom nods.

"Of course sweetie, it is your special day, you can do whatever you want!" She giggles. I smile too, and walk behind her, trying to find food. I open the snack cabinet we have and pull out a pop-tart. 

"Ok thanks! I'll be in my room if you need me!" I say before leaving the room. I trod back upstairs, enter my room, slam the door, and flop onto my bed. My hand reaches underneath my pillow, closing around a crumpled piece of paper. I pull it out and unfold it. I've never been much on an artist, but I've always been proud of this picture I drew. I feel like it's who 'Goth' really is. Not me.

A skeleton. A skeleton who wears a black t-shirts, white shorts, like me, Instead of a coat he wears a cloak, and around his neck is a red scarf, torn in places. He has dark eye sockets, and only one has a small white pupil, but he is happy. He knows who he is. He doesn't look in the mirror and see somebody completely different. He represents me. I feel like a skeleton, who has had skin thrown over them to try and change their identity, but only the appearance changed. 

|Timeskip One Week|

I collapse on a small bench in the mall, exhausted from the day of wandering. I only have one bag, but it's gotten pretty heavy seeing as I put everything I bought in there. Somebody drops onto the bench nest to me, but I don't acknowledge their presence until they start talking to me.

"Hello!" They say. I look over and examine him. He's a skeleton with a hat, and coat, both white with markings in other colors along them. "Oh! Sorry am I bothering you" He asks. I realize I was just staring at him for a really awkward amount of time without saying anything. First impressions at their finest.

"Oh no, sorry about that, I was just thinking.." I reply, glancing elsewhere.

"Really, thinking about whaaaat?" He asks in a slightly mocking tone.

"How I feel like something is missing, but I don't know what it is," I sigh.

"Oh.. I feel like that sometimes, but I know I'll never get it back.." the stranger mutters.

"What is it? I-I mean if you don't mind me asking that is," I stutter.

"I guess there's no harm in telling you. So, about eight or so years ago, when the monsters were freed from the Underground, I think. My best friend's parents decided if he stayed who he was he would be teased beyond imagine for being the son of Death and all. So, they got the royal scientist, I forget her name, Alice? Alana? Whatever it is, they got her to turn him into a human. I was separated from him before that happened, and only was told about it afterwards. I never got to say goodbye. I never got to tell him that I loved him," he says sadly.