Oh, We Can Be Heroes

Chapter Eighteen

TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM, MANIPULATION, ABUSE, CANCER, AND VIOLENCE.

I suppose I should tell you all of what I remembered!

It was my death!

Remember how I told you all, about it?

Me flying too close to the sun?

After my 56th life, I decided that I was done. Previously, I just remember watching my friends pass away in that final life and then the Universe making me into a god, but there's so much more to it!

I decided, after that final life, it was time for me to die. Instead of just trying to live out those lives over and over, I decided it was time for my story to end. So, I ended it.

I flew into the sun, praying to hit the ground.

And I did.

Then I became a god.

The universe said my time wasn't up yet, gave me godship, and told me to tell the story in front of you.

But, I also remembered this one story!

I was 22 at the time, and we were two months away from college graduation. I went into Education, wanting to become a math or science teacher. Me and my friend's had gone to the same school, so we were all graduating together. One went into graphic design, while the other went into engineering.

We went to this party, right, and we were extremely intoxicated. We didn't like alcohol, so we would usually smoke marijuana. In this instance, we were extremely high and wanted to go back to the apartment we all lived together in. We couldn't drive, obviously, so we walked back. It was May, so the warm weather had started to creep in and the walk was a comfortable one.

We walked past the beach that was nearby, and immediately the friend in graphic design bolted to the sand. Myself and the engineer followed, and the three of us sat in the sand. We didn't talk or anything, just looked at the moonlight hitting the water and listened to the waves that crashed against each other. It was peaceful.

When I went back to Earth, I did that. It was colder, but it was still relaxing.

I've come to the conclusion that maybe, maybe, you all were right about the whole emotions thing.

Maybe I never lost them.

Until Next Time.

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The Game was exactly what the group had needed to get back into (almost) normalcy. School continued, as did therapy. The days Will would come home high started to become more and more rare, and Techno wasn't as angry as he was previous. Tommy was happy he didn't have to spar for those few times, as that was his and his groups prize for winning. They all agreed to play the game once more before everyone would go away to college. It was nice, for about a month.

Then, on May 8th, Will could not find a reason to get out of bed. It was the day Sally Fisher was supposed to turn 17. Will had planned for them to go to the beach, a fancy dinner, and to just have fun with their friends. He planned it in November, ready to make her day.

Techno had planned to spend the entire day in the gym, either running on the treadmill or hitting the punching bag. He did not want to be bothered with anyone.

Niki and Minx planned to have a small cake at her grave, and cry with each other. The other plans of the remaining teenagers consisted of most things similar to that. Cry, visit the grave, solitude.