hero
/ˈhɪərəʊ/
noun
1.
a person who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.
"a war hero"
"I don't like bullies; I don't care where they're from."
- Captain America: The First Avenger
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It was a week after what had happened, Prue was the only one who remembered what had happened, how she had turned into the hero she used to be, what she didn't want in her life anymore. Prue sighed as she stayed in her bed, it was almost lunch time, but she had yet to get out of her bed. She was absolutely exhausted, she had bags under her eyes, her hair was a bird's nest, she was incredibly pale, she had tear streaks going down her face, and her whole body was just slumped there. She was a shell of the energetic girl she used to be, maybe she was just done with it all, maybe she was finally breaking, after everything that has happened, she was breaking on the inside.
Hank Voight sighed seeing her still lying in her bed, decked out in her comfiest outfit, a Hufflepuff onesie. He walked over to her, and kneeled in front of her, a wet rag in his hand, he gently wiped her face, cleaning the tears from her face. "What's wrong baby girl?" he asked her, trying to get her to talk to him. "Come on, what's happened to my little happy girl?"
Prue didn't say anything, she was just tired. "I'm tired." She whispered, not giving him anything. "I just want to be alone." She continued as she moved her head hiding it in her pillow, the tears starting again. She heard Voight sigh before hearing him walk away, taking her face out of the pillow she looked at the wall once more. She was tired, she was done, she just wanted to cry her heart out.
Voight stepped into his kitchen, wiping his hands over his face, he was worried, he wasn't sure what to do to help her. It wasn't long until he made his decision, walking back up to her room, he pushed the door open and picked her up, carrying her out to his car. Prue was kicking and screaming, wanting him to let her go. Of course, it brought a lot of attention on them, but the look on the older man's face, made them turn away quickly.
Plopping her into his car, he locked it before she could actually get out. "What are you doing!" She shouted furious with the older man. But he ignored her, Prue tried everything to break out of the car without using her powers, because she didn't want to use them, she wanted nothing to do with them now. "Why?" she asked, glaring at Voight.
He didn't respond, until he stopped in front of Med. He got out and pulled her along with him towards the doors. Will Halstead noticed the two, how Prue looked, how angry Voight looked, so he rushed over. "Hey, hey, what's going on?" He asked.
"I don't know ask this asshole!" Prue shouted, tears in her eyes.
"Where's Dr. Charles?" Voight asked Jays brother, the red-haired man frowned, before showing them to the man's office.
"Hey, Dr. Charles, um, Voight's here to talk to you." Will said nicely to the man, even in his confusion. Voight and Prue walked inside; the girl finally being freed from Voight's hold. Glaring dangerously at the man.
"What's going on?" Charles asked, watching the pair, as Will left them inside the office, door closed tightly.
"I'm not sure, she's not telling me anything, nothing at all, I just want to know what's wrong, I want her to talk to me, and not treat me differently, like some stranger in her life. I want my daughter to be herself again," Voight stated to the man, Prue finally understanding what was happening, she was doing it again, she was cutting people off again, sighing she plopped onto the chair in Charles office as the man himself glanced over to the girl.
"Prue?" He asked her kindly. "What's going on?" He asked her. She didn't speak up, so Charles asked Voight to step out for just a moment, the man didn't want to, but he did, if she needed to speak to someone without the pressure of others, he would step out. "Prue?"
"I'm doing it again, and I know I am," she whispered. "Peter he was my big brother and he's gone now, my auntie is gone, my uncle is gone, everyone is gone, and I'm not there for any of them, I feel like I failed them all, because I didn't save them. I want everyone to hate me, so I push them out of my life, I say things, I do things." She continued, as the tears feel down her face. "I feel this heavy weight on my chest, making it so hard to breathe, to just feel, my mind is racing, everything is hurting, hurting so much." She cried. "I just want everything to be normal!" She cried curling into a ball. She was defeated.
"Nothing has been fair, nothing, but as soon as I get something important, I get someone who loves me and cares for me and is the dad I want. But I'm scared, I'm scared that he'll leave me, like everyone else." She cried, her body shaking as she tried and tried to just feel the same. "I don't want him to leave me," she whimpered as she curled up into herself just crying.
Charles watched the poor girl as she sobbed, he placed a hand atop the girl's head, whispering words of reassurance to her, Prue begun sniffling before she looked to the door, almost like she was pleading for Voight to walk inside the office. "Do you want me to get Voight?" Charles asked the girl. He watched her nod, the older man smiled and went to get Voight, he saw him leaning on the wall, eyes focused on the floor before him, arms crossed. "Hank." Charles called out; Voight looked up seeing Charles. "Prue wants you." He said gently.
Voight walked quickly into the room, seeing Prue curled up on the couch, the man sighed as he sat beside her, Prue crawled onto his lap holding him tightly, as she cried. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She whimpered gently as Hank held her tighter in his arms. "I didn't mean to, I'm scared daddy, I'm scared." She cried holding him tightly as he shushed her gently whispering words of encouragement. "I don't want to lose you." She whispered as Voight held her tighter, neither moved from the couch as Charles left the pair alone.
