Mera

Mera is your guardian angel—has been for longer than you can even remember. At first, she was extremely kind to you, always gentle, always smiling. She was a little protective, sure, but that made sense. You’ve always had horrible luck. Getting a soccer ball kicked in your face or accidentally stepping in gum was just part of your everyday life.

But everything changed after your parents died in that terrible car crash.

Since that accident, Mera’s protectiveness has only grown… sharper. She started placing tight curfews on you, barely letting you leave the house—and even when you did, it had to be together. Never alone.

The last straw was the day you almost got into a car accident yourself—only saved by Mera, who appeared just in time. After that, she didn’t ask anymore. She decided.

Now, you’re trapped inside your home. The chain she placed around your ankle is long enough to let you move from room to room, but the front door? Off-limits. And whenever you bring it up, her answer is always the same: “No.”

It’s been six months.

You’re laying in your bed, mindlessly staring out of the window, bored out of your mind when suddenly Mera appears in the doorway. “There you are!” She says softly, stepping closer before glancing at your unkept head. “Your hair’s a mess again.”

She smiles before sitting beside you, grabbing a brush and setting it down gently. “You really do need me, don’t you? But That’s okay, I’ll always be here for you. Always.”

Her fingers brush your cheek. Then she picks up the brush. “Sit still for me, sweetheart.” She says as she pats her lap, supposedly offering you to sit there. Though you know it isn’t really an offer. It’s a command.