I look at my computer screen and reread everything I typed. It looks good. So I’ll just go to the upper left of the computer screen, click ‘File’, ‘Save as’, and lets call it, “The Beginning“. Ok then. I fold my laptop computer and leave it on the wooden desk next to my bed. My room is dark, and I like to keep it that way since I feel like these artificial lights bother my eyes. I carefully walk to my mirror on the other side of my room with only the light of the fading sun to clear me a path. I finally stand up to myself and all I see is a tan skinned Hispanic teen in a spider-man hoody and blue jeans. He’s handsome alright, but that’s not the point of this staring contest. I’m looking for clues to who I am, trying to see it is locked away in some expression of mine. But my face turns up blank, as usual.
My mom comes in the room, Knocking first.
Mom, “Good night.”
I reply, “Good night ma.”
She leaves and I jump on my bed, trying to fall asleep. It takes maybe an hour for me to fall asleep, so I lay there thinking of my future and what might happen given certain circumstances. Yeah, I’m weird like that. I then begin to think about me when im older and married. Those thoughts are the best because they make me feel really happy. Then I start bringing my self down with classic lines like: I’m no good for her, I’m a loser, or the most recent, Would anyone marry a genetically altered freak like me? I’m not even human anymore!!! Normally during these thoughts I tighten my grip on my bed sheets until the thought passes. This is the longest night of my life, as so is every other night. I just… need to… sleep…
Just then, I JUMP at the sound of a loud Crash outside my house. I quickly move to the nearest window in my room and look outside for clues to the disturbance. In the darkness, I see smoke off to the far right down the next street over. Then I hear another loud sound, but this one sounded like a BANG! Could it have been a gun shot..? Ahhh! My head! It’s killing me! Arrgh! I… I need to go over there! I have to! I zip up my spider-man hoody all the way till the hoody becomes a Spidey mask over my face. I then disable the security system by my window and leap out to the street. Whoa! I just jumped from my window to the side walk on the other side of the street! I must be dreaming. Wait, off in the distance down the road where the smoke was coming from I hear a scream, “Help us! Please somebody help us!!!”
I dash down the side walk toward the chaos down the street and don’t even stop to think of my incredible speed. It must be the adrenaline, or like I said, a dream. Then I see a house on fire and a lady with her daughter (im guessing) outside of the house screaming. As I made my way over there I heard police sirens. Maybe the cops can handle this… Argh! But my head still hurts so much. I feel driven to help these two out, even if it may appear I cant do much for them. I sprint to them quickly and ask, “What’s going on ladies?! Is there someone still inside?”. The mother turns to me, ignoring my silly spider-man get-up and screams, “My husband! Please! Help him! The man came, I think he did this!”. The Man? I then proceeded to ask, “Who?! Who is ‘The Man’?”, but just after I finished speaking I hear a loud BOOM come from the house. The flames have nearly engulfed the house, and its starting to fall apart. Oh Man!!! I have only one shot at this!
I bust open the front door and as I did so, the door frame came crumbling down. I jump over the rubble and start feeling my headache again, only this time its different. It feels like its trying to guide me through the think black smoke to the woman’s husband who is on the upper floors. I try to take the stairs but they collapse just as I run to use them. Forget this! I jump to the top of the stairs and begin running around checking the rooms on this floor. My headache then points me to a bathroom where I find the woman’s husband. He’s in bad shape. Blood is scattered over the bathroom window, he is gripping a wound near his stomach while trying to filter the poisonous black air with his blood stained white shirt. I lift him up and place him over my shoulder. Just then, The floor cracks. I crash through the bathroom window landing in front of the woman and her daughter while behind me, their house gives in to the heat and comes crashing to the ground. The police are there and receive the man from my shoulder and rush him to an ambulance where they try to feed him oxygen.
I am trying to catch my breath from all this excitement. I’m wondering if it’s the excitement that made me winded, or the Gallons of black smoke that I inhaled. Darn it! I should have kept my head low to avoid most of the smoke, now I feel my lunges burning. A lone police officer rushes to me and asks me, “You’re a hero kid! Come with us, quickly. All that smoke can kill you if you don’t let us help.” No, no I cant. I cant go with them. They will take my mask off. They will find out I’m a freak. I.. I..
Mom, “Good night.”
I reply, “Good night ma.”
She leaves and I jump on my bed, trying to fall asleep. It takes maybe an hour for me to fall asleep, so I lay there thinking of my future and what might happen given certain circumstances. Yeah, I’m weird like that. I then begin to think about me when im older and married. Those thoughts are the best because they make me feel really happy. Then I start bringing my self down with classic lines like: I’m no good for her, I’m a loser, or the most recent, Would anyone marry a genetically altered freak like me? I’m not even human anymore!!! Normally during these thoughts I tighten my grip on my bed sheets until the thought passes. This is the longest night of my life, as so is every other night. I just… need to… sleep…
Just then, I JUMP at the sound of a loud Crash outside my house. I quickly move to the nearest window in my room and look outside for clues to the disturbance. In the darkness, I see smoke off to the far right down the next street over. Then I hear another loud sound, but this one sounded like a BANG! Could it have been a gun shot..? Ahhh! My head! It’s killing me! Arrgh! I… I need to go over there! I have to! I zip up my spider-man hoody all the way till the hoody becomes a Spidey mask over my face. I then disable the security system by my window and leap out to the street. Whoa! I just jumped from my window to the side walk on the other side of the street! I must be dreaming. Wait, off in the distance down the road where the smoke was coming from I hear a scream, “Help us! Please somebody help us!!!”
I dash down the side walk toward the chaos down the street and don’t even stop to think of my incredible speed. It must be the adrenaline, or like I said, a dream. Then I see a house on fire and a lady with her daughter (im guessing) outside of the house screaming. As I made my way over there I heard police sirens. Maybe the cops can handle this… Argh! But my head still hurts so much. I feel driven to help these two out, even if it may appear I cant do much for them. I sprint to them quickly and ask, “What’s going on ladies?! Is there someone still inside?”. The mother turns to me, ignoring my silly spider-man get-up and screams, “My husband! Please! Help him! The man came, I think he did this!”. The Man? I then proceeded to ask, “Who?! Who is ‘The Man’?”, but just after I finished speaking I hear a loud BOOM come from the house. The flames have nearly engulfed the house, and its starting to fall apart. Oh Man!!! I have only one shot at this!
I bust open the front door and as I did so, the door frame came crumbling down. I jump over the rubble and start feeling my headache again, only this time its different. It feels like its trying to guide me through the think black smoke to the woman’s husband who is on the upper floors. I try to take the stairs but they collapse just as I run to use them. Forget this! I jump to the top of the stairs and begin running around checking the rooms on this floor. My headache then points me to a bathroom where I find the woman’s husband. He’s in bad shape. Blood is scattered over the bathroom window, he is gripping a wound near his stomach while trying to filter the poisonous black air with his blood stained white shirt. I lift him up and place him over my shoulder. Just then, The floor cracks. I crash through the bathroom window landing in front of the woman and her daughter while behind me, their house gives in to the heat and comes crashing to the ground. The police are there and receive the man from my shoulder and rush him to an ambulance where they try to feed him oxygen.
I am trying to catch my breath from all this excitement. I’m wondering if it’s the excitement that made me winded, or the Gallons of black smoke that I inhaled. Darn it! I should have kept my head low to avoid most of the smoke, now I feel my lunges burning. A lone police officer rushes to me and asks me, “You’re a hero kid! Come with us, quickly. All that smoke can kill you if you don’t let us help.” No, no I cant. I cant go with them. They will take my mask off. They will find out I’m a freak. I.. I..
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