Cautiously, she crouched down and offered the white beast in front of her the vegetables from her basket. As the little lamb approached to accept the carrots, Artemia Noche gently and calmly ran her fingers through the soft white fur.
"Estas muy bonita," the young senorita cooed to the baby next to her. You are very pretty.
"Not as lovely as you," a familiar voice commented from just behind the petite female.
With wide eyes, Artemia look over her shoulder, her golden eyes locked onto the dark brown eyes of one young don. "Was that meant to be a compliment, Don Diego?" the fifteen year old asked the eighteen year old man who stood a few feet from her.
A fond smile grew on the de la Vega don's lips. "For you, Senorita Artemia, always," he answered with an exaggerated bow.
Soft giggles fell from fifteen year old's lips, her shoulders shook at Diego's words. A soft bleeting joined Artemia's laughter, with wide eyes both don and senorita looked at the lamb. The white furred baby kept bleeting as if Diego's words had been funny.
"Who is this little one?" Diego asked as he stepped closer to get a better look at the little lamb. He bent down next to Artemia, silently he met her gaze as he held a hand out.
As she read the silent request, Artemia nodded. Her eyes flicked over the lamb who's eyes widened at the sight of don Diego. Gently, he petted the soft fur of the young lamb.
A few moments passed before Artemia answered, "Her name is Osita." Golden eyes hardened as she met Diego's gaze with a defiant stare. Silently, she dared him to object to the name of her beloved pet.
"Little bear," he murmured softly as he caressed the young-ling just behind her ear. A grin broke across his lips as he looked from Osita to Artemia. "It fits her well, Artemia."
A soft smile grew on Artemia's face. "Gracias, Diego. Manolo spent an hour laughing when he heard her name. Even now, whenever he sees her with me, he will burst into peals of laughter."
Diego frowned, his brows furrowed as he heard his amor's words. Gently, he cupped her cheek, making the little senorita meet his gaze. "Te amo, Artemia," he softly whispered as he leaned close. Softly, with a feather light tough, Diego pressed a kiss to his love's pink full lips.
The little lamb, who was comfortably in front of Artemia Noche and Diego de la Vega, bahhed, in a demanding tone.
The pair broke apart to look at Osita, who stopped crying when two sets of eyes turned to look at her.
"Oh, Osita," Artemia sighed as she shook her head. Some of her dark hair fell from the bun at the nape of her neck.
-fin
Well, I did warn you all that I would be creating an OC for Zorro. Here we are, say Hola to Artemia Noche, the significant other of Diego de la Vega, before he left to Spain for school. I am excited to share these pieces with you all. Zorro has been apart of my life for a very long time, and when I recently found the episodes on YT... Well, I knew I wanted to create a character for this world. This is based on the 1957 Walt Disney Zorro, staring Guy Williams (the things that man as Diego de la Vega does to my heart), I have written a few pieces based off of episodes but they're snippits, not whole episodes.
These pieces will incorporate English and Spanish, as this was set in California in 1820. I am excited to be able to write bilingual pieces, I will translate things with italics but if I think it's simple then I won't.
Friday, September 21, 2018
Monday, September 10, 2018
My Suicide Thoughts (Real Life)
My battle with suicide and depression... this is a difficult thing to write and even talk about.
I was probably my most depressed and suicidal age 14-15. I had a lot of things going on in my life at that point. There was so much stress from school, family, friends, and life it felt like I was drowning and no one could see or cared. I was in a dark place... no one really knew it. But I was fighting a lot of inner demons.
I was a freshman/sophomore in high school, with homework in most classes. I didn't have a place to escape from the craziness that had been my life. I wanted an escape, a way out.
One night I told myself that I would finally just end it all to get away.
As I sat in my room and thought about how I would kill myself, a thought kept creeping into my head. My mom...
What would happen to my mom if I was suddenly gone?
I stopped to think about the answer. I didn't have a definite answer... but I mentally saw my mom devastated. Just crying endlessly crying. That scared me, my family we don't show our emotions with one another unless it's something super extreme. At this point in time our family was not close as we are now. Sure we talked, but we never talked about our feelings, ever.
But that one thought, of my mom. It stopped me that time.
I tried to keep afloat in the ocean of craziness. Somethings in life got harder, my dad's health became a big piece of concern. My grandpa's further health decline was another.
Time, time was running out for my grandpa, he had been bedridden at for about two years, at this point. My family lives in California and my parents, sister, and I live in Washington. Two whole states away, we could never afford to go visit. The last time we had been to California to see our family was 2002, I was seven at the time and an awkward kid.
The stress became too much to handle, something had to go... So, when I got sick one time in sophomore year, it was for a long time. I kept trying to go back, but my body was never ready. This became a pattern of being in school, three days a week out two. It went on for a good month and a half. My grades were suffering, badly. People noticed, I knew people noticed but no dared to ask.
I figured instead of out right ending my life, I would do something more subtle. Meals quickly became I thing that I didn't consume. I tried to starve myself to death...
It didn't work... it did develop into an eating disorder. Not bulimia or anorexia. It became a matter of eating one or two meals a day to keep up appearances, but hardly anything else. I do suffer from bouts of my disorder from time to time.
After my failed attempt at starving myself, I broke down. I confessed everything to my parents. I was a huge sobbing mess at the end of that confession. Everything... every single little thing that had been on my mind had been spilled. The suicide attempts, the self esteem issues, my stress from dad's health, grandpa, our financial problems, so many fears and little things. They all came out in one go.
I am so thankful that I have a family who I was able to tell this to.
Last year, it was a really stressful year. In March of 2017, I was going through a bout of depression. I was hopeless. 'Guys, I'm feeling suicidal. I'm not saying this for attention, I need to say this'
My parents and sister hugged me tightly, as if to keep me grounded. Then, together as a family, we tried to figure out a way to help me and everyone else stress less. My family is rock, my parents are really strong, for going through all of the shit, we've gone through. Never once have they complained, they've taken the situations and faced them head on. My parents are my heroes and I know that I will never be exactly like, but if I can be even one tenth of them then I will be happy.
Help is out there, you are not alone. It just takes just one thing to remind yourself that.
I will include information down below to suicide help line.
-ADF
I was probably my most depressed and suicidal age 14-15. I had a lot of things going on in my life at that point. There was so much stress from school, family, friends, and life it felt like I was drowning and no one could see or cared. I was in a dark place... no one really knew it. But I was fighting a lot of inner demons.
I was a freshman/sophomore in high school, with homework in most classes. I didn't have a place to escape from the craziness that had been my life. I wanted an escape, a way out.
One night I told myself that I would finally just end it all to get away.
As I sat in my room and thought about how I would kill myself, a thought kept creeping into my head. My mom...
What would happen to my mom if I was suddenly gone?
I stopped to think about the answer. I didn't have a definite answer... but I mentally saw my mom devastated. Just crying endlessly crying. That scared me, my family we don't show our emotions with one another unless it's something super extreme. At this point in time our family was not close as we are now. Sure we talked, but we never talked about our feelings, ever.
But that one thought, of my mom. It stopped me that time.
I tried to keep afloat in the ocean of craziness. Somethings in life got harder, my dad's health became a big piece of concern. My grandpa's further health decline was another.
Time, time was running out for my grandpa, he had been bedridden at for about two years, at this point. My family lives in California and my parents, sister, and I live in Washington. Two whole states away, we could never afford to go visit. The last time we had been to California to see our family was 2002, I was seven at the time and an awkward kid.
The stress became too much to handle, something had to go... So, when I got sick one time in sophomore year, it was for a long time. I kept trying to go back, but my body was never ready. This became a pattern of being in school, three days a week out two. It went on for a good month and a half. My grades were suffering, badly. People noticed, I knew people noticed but no dared to ask.
I figured instead of out right ending my life, I would do something more subtle. Meals quickly became I thing that I didn't consume. I tried to starve myself to death...
It didn't work... it did develop into an eating disorder. Not bulimia or anorexia. It became a matter of eating one or two meals a day to keep up appearances, but hardly anything else. I do suffer from bouts of my disorder from time to time.
After my failed attempt at starving myself, I broke down. I confessed everything to my parents. I was a huge sobbing mess at the end of that confession. Everything... every single little thing that had been on my mind had been spilled. The suicide attempts, the self esteem issues, my stress from dad's health, grandpa, our financial problems, so many fears and little things. They all came out in one go.
I am so thankful that I have a family who I was able to tell this to.
Last year, it was a really stressful year. In March of 2017, I was going through a bout of depression. I was hopeless. 'Guys, I'm feeling suicidal. I'm not saying this for attention, I need to say this'
My parents and sister hugged me tightly, as if to keep me grounded. Then, together as a family, we tried to figure out a way to help me and everyone else stress less. My family is rock, my parents are really strong, for going through all of the shit, we've gone through. Never once have they complained, they've taken the situations and faced them head on. My parents are my heroes and I know that I will never be exactly like, but if I can be even one tenth of them then I will be happy.
Help is out there, you are not alone. It just takes just one thing to remind yourself that.
I will include information down below to suicide help line.
-ADF
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255
Monday, September 3, 2018
What's New and Coming (Update)
Hello everyone,
I am back... I have decided that I'm going to put pressure on myself for word count or certain posts per week. This blog was created to share my love of writing and get over my fear of sharing my writing. And want this blog to be about writing and being open and honest. As honest I want to be with you.
Posts are going to be different. I want to share new posts with you. Like journal entries, my favorite things, life updates, and of course my own writing. Whether it is fanfiction or my own original work, I want to share this with you. I want give you all a look into my life and the things that I go through. I'm not sure what the new posting schedule will be. At least once a week, but I will try to shoot for two. If I don't have two posts then I'm not going to worry.
I want to stress less about this blog. I just want to share what I feel comfortable sharing.
September is Suicide Awareness Month, I want to tell about my experiences with depression. And my thoughts of suicide. I'll have a post up maybe Wednesday or Friday. But if you're sensitive to this kind of information please feel free to skip.
-Alex
I am back... I have decided that I'm going to put pressure on myself for word count or certain posts per week. This blog was created to share my love of writing and get over my fear of sharing my writing. And want this blog to be about writing and being open and honest. As honest I want to be with you.
Posts are going to be different. I want to share new posts with you. Like journal entries, my favorite things, life updates, and of course my own writing. Whether it is fanfiction or my own original work, I want to share this with you. I want give you all a look into my life and the things that I go through. I'm not sure what the new posting schedule will be. At least once a week, but I will try to shoot for two. If I don't have two posts then I'm not going to worry.
I want to stress less about this blog. I just want to share what I feel comfortable sharing.
September is Suicide Awareness Month, I want to tell about my experiences with depression. And my thoughts of suicide. I'll have a post up maybe Wednesday or Friday. But if you're sensitive to this kind of information please feel free to skip.
-Alex
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