My Villian Arc

I tried to run away. I did run away. I ran away from myself. My problems, my goals and a tiny voice telling me to go back. A voice that I drowned out to my enraged desire to quit. To give up. To stop this ever-ending suffering of pain. So that's what I did. My thighs burned as I forced my body to pedal harder. Every turn on the cycle ached my physical strength and burned my energy to below E. But yet, the rain and it's wet, yet cool raindrops gave me strength to cycle faster. Down a water soaked street I zoomed. Deep puddles my bike dipped into and out, fast and quick, but also painful. My fingers themselves were wrapped around the handle bars. Deciding not to move an inch even if I wanted them too. My mind was foggy with my pained past memories. I felt my thighs scream in pain but I therefore did not stop. I kept running. The chain on my cycle rattled as I zoomed up a curb, the rain drops fell onto my face. They trickled down to the entrance of my nostrils. I breathed a stream of cool moist air, which led the water drop to enter into my nostrils. My lungs obviously rejected the newcomer. Automatically my lungs filled with air and a coughing fit arose. Muffled coughing and tears through off my concentration. Off the bike I went. Falling off of any moving object isn't fun, of course not. But falling off of a moving object ONTO gravel IN the rain is also not fun either. Wet, pointy rocks and hard pavement met me as my mind came back to it's foggy state. I done crash landed into my own salvation. It hurted just as much as everything else. So instead of the pain and the blood that decorated my left arm, I shred tears of a greater pain. My every own pain. I stared up at the night sky as my tears and the fresh rain covered my face. My eyes slowly closed as my pain faded to the background. I wasn't crying anymore. Yet as tears still finished running down my face and the rain kept taunting me. I screamed, my nails deep into my scalp, my fingers intertwined with my curly black hair. I continued to scream. But as quick as that moment of despair came, it also left me. I don't know what came over me. But I...just snapped. no other words in the English Dictionary could fulfill the event that took place. I snapped. A light went out or it turned on in my head and suddenly I was silent. No verbal response came out of my lips, but yet, my mouth still gapped open. My pupils stared at this black pavement ground as I tried to piece whatever this was, together again. I looked down unto the cemetery that sat just across the street from me. And my expression turned cold. I could almost tell you by the every second that I simply stop giving a f**k. My eyes look at people with no compassion, no remorse and no empathy. I removed my fingers from their curly entrapment and clenched my fists. Anger fell upon me. I shot up from my standing position. Stomped towards my wet bike, swung my right leg around. And I pedaled off to my great adventure.