Famous in the Wronged

Capture

They caught him and hardly with a fight. My mom took no hesitation in using her ink hair to grab him. My dad being the military man he was stayed on the defense but you could see his anger boiling as he glared down at the villain. I couldn't breathe at this point. The pain had taken over my body completely, to the point where everything started to go numb. The air was sour and my heart started to hurt. I thought I was going to vomit but I couldn't even open my mouth. My stomach tossed itself everywhere like a bird trying to escape its cage, I couldn't feel my hand whatsoever but the pain in my arm was vivid. What was I going to do now? What else could I do besides fall. "Guess the pain finally got to her." The villain laughed as I laid on the ground. The ringing in my ear got louder then faded out only to come back louder than before. This continued for what felt like hours. My eyes where heavy and my mouth was dry. I could feel every part of my body starting to blur together as I tried harder to focus on a single part.

When I finally managed to focus on something I realized it was my heart. I felt it start to slow but I felt no change to my body as I laid there. I let it beat slowly for a while before moving onto the blood going through the heart and out through a vein. I followed a pack of blood through my veins. Down, then to the left, up a little, a left, down, right, down, left, and up. All the way back to my heart. I took a slow deep breath feeling my heart beating faster. Instead of going back around I followed a nerve to what felt like my mouth. I tried speaking but all that came out of my mouth was a strained squeak. I continued up my face to my nose. My nose felt itchy but I could smell some sort of cleaning supplies. I went to my ears hearing nothing before going to my eyes which felt stapled shut. After what felt like hours of struggling I finally opened them to see a white ceiling. "Y/n? Honey?" I looked to my right to see my dad sitting next to me with my mom sleeping next to him. "Thank god your awake." "What happened?" He tried not to wake mother as he spoke. "I'm sorry honey, if I had been stronger, if you didn't end up quirkless like me. Maybe this wouldn't be happening to you. If I was stronger, better, I could protect you." I listened to my dad as he spoke, he felt so guilty. His eyes were tired from days of no sleep. I wanted to sympathize with him but all I felt was anger.

"Don't speak to me like that ever again." I had a tone I would never have had towards my parents. Maybe to a character in an anime I hate but never my parents. "Don't you call yourself weak. Don't you call me weak. What happened has happened now let's move on from it already. You know how I feel about this special treatment crap."

The average teenager has 35% more self control over their anger than the average adult. A teenager with anger issues has 57% more self control than the average adult. The average teenager is also known to have 38% more emotional expression and composure often becoming natural profilers. This being said it's actually quite rare for these people to become a profiler, often times they rather do a more small, artistic job such as music, art, architecture, archeologist, or sometimes navy.

The room was quiet, mom and dad were fast asleep and I just laid in the hospital bed quietly looking out the window. It was a familiar sight. I don't know where I saw this but I know I did. Maybe it was a dream or a book I read.

The moon looked as bright as the sun. My mom always loved the moon rather than the sun, she says it was the caring figure, soothing the kids to sleep, sending the night workers off with a coffee and luck, waking the night animals, and in the end, the sun will always be known as the shining star. The favorite. She said she never wanted to make the moon sad so as a kid before she went to bed she would wave to the moon and blow it a kiss goodnight. At first I found it silly but in the hospital bed I looked at the moon, putting a hand to my lips I blew it a kiss. "Thank you, Moon."