Superpowers

Chapter 6 : Strength

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Chapter 6 : Strength

Sunday 15th september 2020

strength
/strɛŋθ,strɛŋkθ/

noun
noun: strength; plural noun: strengths
the quality or state of being physically strong.
"cycling can help you build up your strength"

Bright lights blind me and I hear the clicks of cameras.

"Awww this is so cute," a familiar voice echoes.

"Ugh, it's not cute, and how the hell did they even get like that?" Now I definitely know that whiney ass voice.

I slowly open my eyes to find a resting Levi lying half on top of me. I scrunch up my eyebrows in confusion, how did we get here? Memories of last night's scary events flash through my head but I'm way too tired to process it.

Me need sleep.

And there's no way I'm letting that brother of mine disrupt it.

"I swear, if this guy even went near my sister, I'm gonna bash his sorry head in" I roll my eyes at my brother's excessive stupidity.

"Ugh, where am i?" I feel a warm breath against my neck.

"You're on me" I say in a dry tone, it is way too early to be woken up and i'm not happy about it. Okay...so maybe I'm a little happy about this. But there's no way I'd tell either Levi or Ezra that. Pfhh, not over my dead body.

I feel Levi suddenly jump up in shock and there's a slight rosy colour on his cheeks. He looks at my brother guiltily as if silently begging for forgiveness. However Ezra does not give it to him. He jumps on top of Levi and starts pinning him down.

"Why the hell were you sleeping on my sister?" I think I can literally see my brother's saliva decorate Levi's face.

After a few minutes of shaking and spitting, Levi ends up looking like Twilight's vampire 'Edward Cullen' when he's in the sunlight.

Twinkles.

"Geez Ezra chill," i mumble, rubbing my tired eyes, "i must of thought he was a pillow so dont go all overprotective brother on me." He looks at me then at Levi, than back at me again, "i promise."

I hold out my pinky, and out of the corner of my eye I see Levi laughing quietly. Why does he seem so happy the past few days...

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I step off the weighing scales - 71kg - and look into the mirror. Guilt floods my body, why have I never felt like this when I've gorged on food before.

A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my flushed cheeks. I bet if I were skinny I would have great cheekbones. Looking up, I observe my spot filled face - which has probably been caused by the greasy foods I constantly desire -  and stroke at my undyed hair, dead and split due to its length.

I get a buzz on my phone to see someone posted a new instagram post. Pressing my finger on the screen, I click on it, and my phone scans my face opening up to my feed. It's filled with pictures of gorgeous girls who probably have never even heard of the word 'cellulite'. I scroll down further and see rich, desirable models who look effortlessly stunning even though they just woke up.

In all honesty, I swear if I ever posted something of me just out of bed, it would become a worldwide meme that would haunt children's nightmares.

I click on the camera and flip it so it faces the mirror. I attempt to look pretty but end up just looking a bit like 'gollum' from Lord of the Rings. I try several different poses but I'm so awkward it looks like I have back problems. Congrats Allie, you can't even take a fucking picture without looking gross.