“I can’t perform anymore.” He mutters while staring back at his pathetic reflection in the mirror, eyebags that seem months old, a frown that a veteran would wear after war, and the cause of all his misery, the appearance of him in a wheelchair.
“I know this… I’ve told myself this every day… so why can’t I just accept it..?” His face contorts into one of pure pain, tears threatening to spill at a...
The sound of my heart beat ringing in my ears, the sound of the wilderness and wind blowing in the trees, the sensation of blood flowing down my face.
Disoriented and dizzy as I gasp sharply in my wake, my consciousness returning to me like a tsunami wave clashing down onto shore, my eyes flickering around as I quickly prompted myself up off the tree grogg...
Julia bites her nails, replaying the moments over and over in her head, tear stains already visible on her face full of acne, blood seems to have already dripped from her nails onto her old bed sheets, the musk if her room dulling her sense of smell as she falls into a daze once more muttering softly to herself. “Why, why, why, why, why, whywhywhywhywhywhywhy?”
“What’s in a hero? A hero is a role model, protector, and sometimes just a random stranger on the street” He muttered softly as his fingers ran through his hair, the blades if grass poking his skin as he laid down and watched the stars beside his childhood friend’s grave.
“Yet.. despite being the world’s most powerful and influential hero..” His voice broke, unable to keep his tears from swelling...
