1.28 — Death Pill?
“I-I-I…” I didn’t know what to say. What can I say? I still remembered that moment I saw them ganging up on the kid in the park. And despite how it actually turned out, I remembered that feeling of powerlessness. That feeling of wanting to do something. Be something other than my usual self. Be a hero. And here was a woman telling me I could be that hero. But at what cost? What will I have to lose? More importantly, could I even do it? As short and great as that heroic moment was, it was exactly that. A very short moment. A failed moment, I might add. I am not hero material. I am not a saviour and I could never be one. I was never cut out to be someone who saved someone. I was always meant to run away, far from danger. That’s it. No more than that. So what if I have the power
- Writer
