Depression snuck threw the cracks of my house as the area I was currently in became too stuffy breathe. Running to the bathroom, my belt loop gets stuck to the door and I'm struggling to get off. Finally I managed to get off and make it in front of the bathroom mirror. Turning the water on I must have sat there for five minutes by the time I snapped out of the trance I put myself in, the restroom was now fogged up with steam and my subtle panic attack was now gone. My face now blank of expression became replaced with a look of fear when a ghost appeared next to me. A supe who used to live in my apartment in the 70's overdosed. She had blood leaking out of her ears and her dress was torn exposing her frontal part of her body. I closed my eyes and got in the shower doing my best not to look at the ghost currently sulking around my bathroom. "He's not dead yet, save them." A soft voice shaking spoke. "Who?" I asked afraid to open my eyes. "Soldier Boy, he did this to me." I pulled back the curtain to witness her sitting on the counter while blood poured down her legs.
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FanfictionCollege is a drag especially when Supes go around murdering girls whenever they want to because they see regular humans as objects to be toyed with. I plan on doing something about it, especially since homelander is teaching Supe 101 for a few weeks.
