the silent hero | bnha

chapter 62

a c t i v.
❝ i am a raging sea trapped inside a raindrop. ❞
━━ chapter lxii.

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The sun was gone, in all sorts of ways; from the azure sky that now bled soft colors of pink and purple, with a hint of orange mixed in, and in her eyes, which had seemed utterly dead on the inside and out. They were empty, so empty, so tired, so fed up with anything and everything, it was as if they had seen the world like a graveyard.

Bones were scattered, clouds were no more, and the sky was drowned in a pitch-dark abyss of nothingness, it was so blank, so blank like a shadow. The world the girl saw was different; utterly and hopelessly different. To her, it was dead. It held no hope. It held nothing but bones, blood, screams, and hands.

Those hands belonged to none other than the beloved family that she desperately once loved and was taken care by; her mother, her sister, her father, and most of all, her grandmother. Her hand, dry and pale, was probably the ugliest one there.

"Your grandmother is nothing but a monster, a traitor. She doesn't deserve anything."

Was father, in the end, correct? The dead girl wondered, her eyes that had the life sucked out of, gazing mindlessly as they hovered up to the sky that held no color. Her stomach curled in sickness at the thought of her bloodied-up grandmother's hand that she once saw, something that had been the only thing that had come out of a battle the green-haired woman had fought.

Her life was empty, her eyes were dead, her soul was gone, her arm was covered in burns, and the fire had vanished.

And there she stood on the ledge in her school uniform, a girl named Shizumi Shimura.

Her life was incomplete, how foolish she was to believe that her life was planned out for her. She had no voice, no one believed her, her brother had abandoned her, her family was dead, she had a useless quirk, she was never trusted; what a failure.

What a failure, she continued to repeat in her mind. What a stupid person I've been, wanting to be a hero.

Why should I be a hero for someone when no one was a hero for me? Negative thoughts were overflowing in her mind, continuing to play over and over again, and as she continued, she waited for an infinite number of insults. Useless, weak, failure, stupid, idiot, liar, should she continue?

But no matter what she thought, her eyes slowly looked down to see the road full of cars, and as always, no one bothered to look at her. Was she that invisible, that minor, that unneeded?

The hero society had failed her.

Heroes? Who were they? If someone had asked Shizumi Shimura what a hero was, she would have told them(written) that they were people who were fake. Fake people, from their talks, their beliefs, their fame, their money, their existence. Heroes never existed, not in her life, not for her.

A hero is someone who protects and saves, so why had no one saved her?

Because no matter how much she tried to be noticed, Shizumi Shimura was nothing but a roadside flower. Someone who was easily stepped on and went on, someone who was never taken care of like the gentle diamond she was, someone who was never acknowledged for living. She was someone who was never paid any attention to. She was invisible, someone who had no meaning in her reason for living, was she born by mistake perhaps?

The air suffocated her, just breathing made her want to choke and spit out the flowers that covered her throat. Flowers that were never watered, just like she was.