Famous in the Wronged

Visitor

You sat up in the hospital bed looking out the window to your left. You sent your mother and father to get food and a change of clothes leaving you to be alone. The sky was gray and dark, the city lights shined it's neon fluorescent lights into the streets. Rain covered the ground as it raced down the windows of the building. It was calm and serene, a knock to the door followed by a womans voice drew your attention from the window to the door. "Miss we have some hot chocolate for you if you'd like." "Thank you." She smiled and handed you a cup. "You also have a visitor." You raised an eyebrow watching as the familiar man walked into the room. "Mr. Ishii." He nodded with a solemn smile, in his hand was a small bouquet. He was dressed warmly, he reached out giving you the flowers that you smelled before putting it off to the side. "I'm very sorry Ms. L/n." He looked sad, hurt, regretful. "I did something bad. I'm an adult and here I am asking for your forgiveness. Don't you think I should hold more restraint to my feelings?" he looked tired, the bags under his eyes profound as he looked away. "What did you do Mr. Ishii?" I finally got out of the Biosphere attack. The villain was caught, my fame would soon die, the heroes were serving time, why am I asking for more trouble?

"The hero corporation, they are dark people Ms. L/n. I wanted to leave you to recover but they wanted you down here to save the image. They wanted to use you for publicity, I'm sorry, it's because I asked you to come down that you got hurt again." This man was so hurt by his actions. He had no choice and I know that, I had already figured I'd be used for publicity. This is a golden opportunity for saving such an important image. "Mr. Ishii, I was attacked in America, I was attacked again in Japan. There was no way we could know he would follow me. And you had no control of your superiors." He was a senator for the W.H.A but that is just a label. When it comes to political labels it's just that, using a chance like this is a great chance to raise public image. "Who else knows this information?" He looked at me thinking quietly. "I wanted to tell you and your family. I was planning to resign from my position today." I looked at him before looking out the window, "Guilt is the worst demon to bear, strangling you from the inside of your body. Apologize, make amends, let go, breathe free. Nikita Gill." I looked back at him smiling softly. "What I mean is that you felt guilty, remorse, you're not a monster just human. Call the pros you trust Mr. Ishii, we'll talk to them together." Tears started to slowly fall until he was a mess, he thanked me several times kneeling on the ground in thanks. "Your wise for a young kid." "Wisdom isn't about age but the experience that came during that time." He smiled wiping away his tears. "Your mother was right, your quite good with english." He left the room leaving you to sit quietly on the bed.

"I think I've really come to enjoy their company. Must be what friends are like." You laughed to yourself looking at the door to your room. You looked at it, tons of possibilities of things that could be waiting behind the door started to cloud your mind when you saw the faintest light shining in the distance. You worked your mind through the death, paparazzi, villains, heroes, publicity, all the loud parts of the world started to fade as you worked closer to the light. Finally reaching it you saw one of the most gorgeous sunsets you have ever seen. Cherry blossom trees lined the edges of a river, park equipment glowed as the sun hit it. It was a childish thing but the view was calming, soon the sound of footsteps closed in. Turning around you saw class 1-A standing in front of you, they looked like they have gone through a war but they all wore the face of victory.

The sound of a door opening took you away from the image. Your parents walked in holding a change of clothes. "Mom, dad, I think theres something we still have to do."