Physical Pain. That's all I could feel. My hands, my legs, Everything. I continously tried to reconsider backing out... maybe even quitting. Getting berated.... hated.... punched.... God..... it hurt. But I had to keep going. Maybe take the lower calls. Become a slug, uninterested in the glitz and glamour.
But I would be lying to myself, wouldn't i?
Days passed like a montage. I remained in my room, studying. I'd study day and night. I didn't care to do much else. Friends were hard to find.... much less anyone who was interested. My room was painted light pink. It was... refreshing. I heard it made people less agitated. God...if it was there... knew i'd need that.
Another lie would be that I didn't feel jealous.... My brother and sister praised... for being the emanators or some shit. Invincibility and....????, A butterfly... always appears when I think of her. Someone who flew away. Someone who refused to stay in one place. That was my rambunctious sister. I loved her to death. Even if i was jealous of her. Had my brother been a girl, i'd have loved him too. But all his existence did was invite the string of inadequacies I forced myself to feel.
"You.... are the most aware child I have ever had. Someone who knows.... everything inside and out. Nothing goes past your gaze." My father's deep voice echoed as the butterfly sat on his hair, one wing covering his eye.
Awareness.... That was all I was good for. It was hard... coming from him, The man who ruined my life. Getting that Surgery was my death warrant signed by my own father. He become the lie detector, I was meant to be. He knew what would happen to me. Yet he did it anyways. He turned me..... powerless. The butterfly flew as it flapped its wings. The wind it caused a gentle caress on my face.
If the butterfly was my sister.... it wouldn't be accurate. Never soft or gentle, just pure chaos. She'd chase me in the house forcing me to exercise, run laps faster than that dipshit.
"You'll get bullied you know. We bloomfields don't get bullied."
"That's only for you and that dipshit"
"It will be for you too. The moment you stop being naive and reckless." Why the hell was she always right?
"And how do I do that?"
"By loving yourself enough to know you'll do the right things... To do right by your family... your city.... your people" She recited the heroes' anthem. A pitless dreg but she thought it was right.
"And what of... the heroes who abuse sidekicks....?" She was quiet. She always was.
"Do you think sidekicks.... should be treated however...." I asked...
"We heroes do much...." "Enough".
I had heard enough. "It's not that simple" She spat.
"We heroes... are humans too... We make mistakes... some more grave than others." I couldn't remember her face. But the butterfly flapped its wings harder and harder as if to push me back. To shut my words. I was slowly lifted off the ground before being launched into the air, spinning wildly, my arms flailing... until everything slowly cracked. I screamed, agony spreading through out my body.
My eyes barely made out as the moments tore aparts. The butterfly continued flapping destroying everything beyond me.....
I shot up from the bed. The clinical smell attacking my nose as I winced in pain looking at Officer Hawthron at my side. God, I hated her. She just stood by and said bloody nothing! My lips pursed in a tight line as my eyes narrowed.
"Lie down" She ordered as I felt the cold bed embrace me from the back. Why was her black hair pale ass the first thing I see? Better than that bastard Kenshit or Justinch.
I remained silent... refusing to speak. She didn't seem to want to talk either. No apology, nothing for being a bystander to the fucking brass. Sycophant.
"Life of a rookie huh?" I murmured.
"What was that?" She stood up and walked to me.
"Nothing.... How's my condition? Any ribs broken?"
"Nah. You're good. Just bruised....."
We continued to stay silent as i replayed funny scenes in my head to fill the time.
"When are they gonna release me?"
"It will take a few weeks." She doesn't know...
"I'll get paid right?"
"Yeah. Pay will be given..."
Yet another round of silence. It was as if all the camaraderie had vanished as quick as it came. Like that hug meant nothing. Like the way she referred to me as someone she cared for meant nothing. It took a lot in me not to scream. It would be futile anyways.
I sat up and grabbed my phone with a wince. "Can you leave?"
"For?"
"I wanna call someone."
"You can't do it with me around?"
"I'd rather not." Her face... a little flushed with something i could only decipher as a little taken aback. Who knew why?
"Sure...." She heaved before getting up.
"You won't listen.... would you?" I said,
"Depends..... Should I listen in?" She spoke cryptically. Smart.
"Not worth listening to sap so I'd recommend you don't." Her shoes squeaked as she stepped out without another word.
I called the daycare and a woman picked up. "Hello, this is Polilove Childcare."
"Are you the caretaker caring for my kid, Porus?"
"Oh... Mr. Bloomfield." Mister. I straightened up with a wince. "Yeah. Can you put him on the phone?"
"Sure."
"Poru.... Poru!" I had to call him a few times before I heard his baby voice. "Daddy is coming back later with Titli. Be a good boy okay- Beep" He cut the phone. Did he really just cut his daddy?!
I tapped the phone quickly as I called back. "Who cut the phone?"
"Your kid. He's smart." I sighed when I heard.
"Nothing's happened, right?"
"Nope. Your son is as he always is crawling and grabbing things. He keeps mumbling and making baby noises like some scientist." Of course he is.
My sweet Titli and Poru.... Sigh. If I could hug you right now. I'd do it. Wish I had teleportation. Maybe I should get one of those surgeries to give me teleportation. Sigh.
"Who's... Poru?" Justits and Kendick walked in.