A Game We Call Superheroes (The Rewrite)

Chapter 13

We were supposed to be back to regular weekly updates but a bunch of shit happened in my personal life once I got back to the states </3 I will however be posting 13-14 simultaneously and taking a short break from things to settle the rest of my shit. Thanks for bearing with me!

A bit on the shorter side, but this is also kinda an intermission before Arc 3 starts :)

Key: (Y/n) - your name

Give Me A Damn Break!

You almost cried when you saw your moms again. It had been so long, and yet now they had no idea that you had ever been kidnapped and tortured in the first place - er, kidnapped, at least.

You ate dinner with them both and went straight to bed. It felt like too much. You were pretty sure you still hadn't fully processed everything that had happened to you. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep once your head hit the pillow. You were exhausted.

But nothing is ever that easy, is it?

NononononononononONONO-

You woke up in a cold sweat.

The dream- no, nightmare- was so vivid, and yet you couldn't remember a single thing about it. The only thing you did know about it was how much fear it instilled in you.

You took in a shaky breath, sitting up in your bed. You silently grabbed your phone off the bedside table and checked the time.

Too early to stay up. You did have to go to school still. You shook off the feelings of fear and laid back down. Still overly exhausted from everything, it didn't take long for you to fall asleep again.

But once again, you woke right back up from the same nightmare. Just like the first time, you couldn't remember a single thing despite how vivid it felt when you were actually dreaming it. Nothing except the sense of déjà vu it left behind, anyway.

You woke up again to your alarm. School didn't start for another hour and a half, meaning you had about an hour to get ready and get to the bus stop.

"Morning," you groggily greeted when you walked into the kitchen.

"Buenos dias, cariño," Mamá replied, not looking up from her work at the stove.

"Good morning," your mom said, glancing up at you from her bag on the dining table.

You hoped they didn't notice how tired you looked. If either of them did notice then they elected not to comment on it.

You immediately went to make your lunch and hot chocolate for the day. You also made sure to put an energy drink in your backpack for later. You had a sneaking suspicion you'd be tired as hell today.

A few minutes later, Mamá finished making breakfast and set the food on the table. The three of you ate mostly in silence, except for the news playing on the kitchen TV and a few bits of conversation from your moms (either to you or each other). That's how the mornings usually were when both of them were home.

Honestly, the normalcy was jarring, off-putting even. Ever since your powers manifested, shit has been downright weird. Meeting Morgan Freeman, of all fucking people (and finding out he's like,, a god or something?), fighting a supervillain twice, sort of joining a hero team, then dying and rewinding time back a whole three days - that was a lot to process in the span of two months.

You stored those thoughts away in the far reaches of your mind as soon as you were finished with what little breakfast you had eaten. You hurriedly threw on a random shirt and put a hoodie on top of it, followed by a pair of pants and your boots. You nearly missed the bus thanks to being so tired.