DC One-shots

I Need Help...

Michelle wasn't good at asking for help; she would always strive to handle things herself and when she needed help she would force herself to find a way to handle the situation herself. No matter what the problem is, Michelle will strive to solve it by herself. It could be a problem no human could solve alone and Michelle would somehow manage to do it all alone.

It's not like Michelle doesn't have help; she has plenty of family and friends that would love to help her; however, those friends and family will never get the chance to help out because they will never be made aware of the problem. For years Michelle has been independent; she does everything herself and prides herself for it. Asking for help isn't an option for Michelle and it'll never be. Well, that's what Michelle thought; however, she quickly found out that there are certain situations that require asking for help.

Today Michelle's car wouldn't start. She tried to start the car several times but each time it failed. After what has to be the sixtieth try, Michelle finally accepted the fact that her car wasn't going to start. Now Michelle could have easily asked a coworker for a ride or called one of her friends to pick her up. It was the best option considering it was nighttime and it wasn't safe to linger outside. Still the best option wasn't an option for Michelle; she didn't want to bother her friends with a stupid problem such as the one she was currently having.

With that being said, Michelle began walking to the bus station. She hadn't ridden the bus in a long time mainly because it was filthy and the walk there was pretty dangerous. Everytime Michelle walked into work she was told a story about someone getting robbed while trying to get home from work. Michelle never listened to the stories; it wasn't because she didn't believe them or just didn't care, it was only because hearing them scared the crap out of her.

Michelle walked with an intense amount of fear in her heart. She was horrified by what could happen to her as she walked the dark street. Still, Michelle walked with her head held high. She had hoped that maybe if she didn't look too scared she might not get robbed. Of course, it was just wishful thinking, unfortunately her fake fearlessness got her nothing but a heavy blow to the head, about twelve kicks in the ribs, and a knife to the gut.

Michelle didn't even scream for help when the robber stomped on her ribs like they were covered in roaches; she just gritted her teeth and bared through the pain. Honestly, the only time she screamed was when she felt the robber's knife dig into her skin and even then she didn't scream loud because she didn't want to disturb the people around that might be sleeping. Michelle kept her cries of agony at a reasonable volume; she just cried quietly so only herself could hear suffering. For a moment Michelle found it sad that she would rather die to the sound of her own pitiful cries than inconvenience someone else.

That's when Michelle thought about how rude it would be to die on the street. It was wrong to the person who might find her body and be traumatized by the sight. Besides, her body would smell up the people's street. She couldn't possibly die out there, it was just rude and wrong. With that being said, Michelle knew she had to get up, which is exactly what she did.

Choosing to ignore the agonizing pain, Michelle stood to her feet. The moment Michelle stood up she immediately wanted to lay back down but since that wasn't an option she simply ignored the pain and continued standing. Michelle's legs shook; they were struggling to keep her body from collapsing to the ground. Eventually, Michelle gained her balance and began walking.

Chelle clutched her side as she staggered down the dark side walk. The pain in her body grew stronger with every step she took. Michelle's ribs were probably broken considering how many times she got kicked in them and the big stab wound in her stomach wasn't any better. The more the pain grew the more Michelle just wanted to drop to the floor and wait for someone to find her.