Epitome of a Hero

Berserk

“What is happening to me?!”

I yelled aloud, looking at the odd scenery that befell my eyes. My tears kept falling down as I scanned the whole place, my feet running, going in circles as I try finding Duke and my people.

I remembered the sword about to behead me so I placed my freezing palm on my neck--- there’s no wound nor s***h nor whatever!

Is this the place they call heaven?

My breaths were still ragged, making my chest feel like it’s about to blow. The image of my troops being sent to their end flashed inside my head making me feel more desperate of seeing them again. If this is heaven, then why aren’t they here?!

I cried as I clutched on the ribbon of my odd-looking garment, my chest hurts… Slowly, I was going crazy as my fear of the unknown took over me. The fear even grew when something vibrated from my pocket, the cellphone.

Cellphone? I grabbed the device I saw from the floor earlier which was now in my pocket. How did I even know that it’s a cellphone?

A call was flashing in the screen and it had the name ‘Dad’. Who’s Dad?

Dad? Why am I even speaking this unusual language?!

“What are these terms!? Call!? Cellphone?” I was shaking, I was trembling and the wind which kept blowing on my face made me freeze every damn second. My fingers automatically swiped the screen to accept the call and a man’s voice emerged from it.

“Tricia?” Tricia? Who is Tricia? I fell mute and just listened to what the voice was about to say next.

“I know you’re mad, honey. I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you earlier… But I promise you, your mom loved you very much…”

The man’s voice was all gloomy but it has that genuine feeling that radiates even through the device and it made my eyes swell up with tears once again. This time, I whimpered as I held the phone in my ear while the other covered my sobbing lips. Mom… My mom was dead…

“Help me dad…” I whispered, my mouth murmured by itself but it was what I wanted at this moment. I need help… Whoever this Dad is… The voice uttered something back but I end the call button and put the phone in my pocket.

“I don’t even know what is going on… Why can’t I even stop crying… Why am I being weak…?” I muttered at the wind while wiping the tears that falls on my cheek. Stop…

I gathered my courage and tried going through the door where another unknown space awaited and as I did, the stairs going down seemed all too familiar like I’ve lived on this world. What is this place? School… What even is a school? My mind kept exploring the dark, it kept reminding me of what happened before I got in this incredulous place and it made my knees weak so I held the bar beside the stairs.

“I don’t want to go any further…” I whimpered, stop being such a coward! I gripped on the cold bar and I regained a bit of control over my insane being.

Murmurs and chatters started filling my ears and it made the fear cave in once again and more, when strange faces began showing as I head to the large hall. What is this?! I stared at some people and their eyes were looking at me as if I was disgusting. What is these people’s problem?

Panic started arising as everything around me became unfamiliar once again. I don’t know this place; I don’t know any of these people. I don’t even know who I am—No! I am Damian! I stared at my hands which were smaller and cleaner than usual as I walked mindlessly through the hallways filled with estranged people until I bumped on someone.

“Hey! Mind where you are going, asshole!” a boy’s voice popped in and my body was pushed aside making me sit on the floor. I stared at that someone’s face when I heard them laughing when I got thrown on the ground. This isn’t heaven… And this is not right…

My panic slowly turned into being deranged and it even made me go more insane when other people just hid their ridiculing smiles as they passed by. Am I still being punished…? But for what?! I was the one who never got to see my mother… I was the one who was treated unfairly… Then why did God let this happen to me?!

My eyes were blurring once again and hot tears fell down on my cheek, never realizing that I was staring at the boy’s group who pushed me.

“Look now, the kitten is crying!” the boy sneered and the group laughed in his signal. An image started to show on my head again and it was the rebel who was bound to behead me, turning my pain and grief turned into angst. I gathered my feet and stood up while I crumpled my fist.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I murmured, feeling so aggrieved by everything that has been happening.

The boy smirked and all the others laughed and I took the time to remember their faces, one by one…

“Or what? What are you gonn—“ I cut his sentence with a punch on his face and after the other, I landed another blow at him. The group backed away from him as I stood before them with my vengeful desire and tormented soul.

“What the hell is wrong with you, you b***h!?” The boy screamed like a dying horse so I sat down beside him after punching him once again. I don’t care anymore…

 My hands gripped tightly on his neck and I realized that my eyes were pouring but my anger was breaking me apart as well while I watched the boy tap out my wrist. I can hear voices shouting for help but all of it was turning blurry as I poured my anger, my regrets onto this boy who added up to my fume.

As I completely surrendered to my berserk, I never stopped gripping the boy’s neck until a hard thing hit my head, making everything black and turning my emotions peaceful---

 For a moment…