Across Two Worlds: The story of how I became a Hero

Chapter 1

Note: Sorry for anyone who did read this but I have actually rewritten chapter 1 to better help with the flow of the story. Appreciate anyone who has read it so far though thank you!

Really...? I didn't think dying would end like this...

The day started like pretty much every other miserable day in his life. He woke up and walked to the balcony of his apartment only to light up a cigarette. That was the norm for him. As he looked down at the world unfolding below him all he felt was disdain for every person that he saw. He tossed the cigarette butt off the side and walked back into the one-bedroom apartment, he reluctantly called home. Drake, the name his parents gave him was yet another thing he hated about himself. He couldn't help but be cynical, he had no one he was close to. No friends, No Family that he knew of anyway or bothered to claim him when his parents died.

Honestly this all started thanks to that event, the night his parents died and more importantly the night his sister died. That night he failed to protect her. His promise to her broken when it meant the most, although deep down he knew there wasn't much he could have done. Not when he was that young. Yet the thought still lingered in his mind that he could have done something had he tried harder or did something different that day.

"God damn it..." Drake muttered, his voice only audible enough for him to hear it, not like there was anyone else who would be able to hear it regardless. He stopped and looked at the counter, finding the reason he slept so late sitting on the counter.

He picked his phone up and hit the power button. The screen lit up and to his surprise it wasn't dead yet. He looked at the time. 1:36 Pm on a Saturday. The thought ran across his mind that at least today was a day he didn't have to work. Not that he minded going into work, but it was just another thing to fill his day. He decided to just sit at his computer staring at the screen. Blankly he stared until finally he somewhat woke up. No longer having his mind dulled from just waking up he looked around his room.

"Do these days ever get any shorter, man I don't even know what it is that's bugging me so much right now, but I just can't seem to shake this feeling." He said aloud to himself. Better talk to him rather than not at all and forget how to even do so. He thought back about his dream from last night. It wasn't often he dreamt of that night, and it wasn't ever this vivid.

"Fuck man, why now of all times, I don't need to think of this dumb shit right now." He said while simultaneously standing up and heading towards his room door. A walk seemed to sound like a better time than he was having talking to himself. He truly didn't have anything in the world that made him even the slightest bit happy, nothing has made him happy since the night of the fire. He pulled out another cig and lit the thing taking a large drag before slowly exhaling. And these just another habit he found himself doing trying to escape whatever it was he found himself running from at the time.

"What a joke." He flicked the cig into the street before stopping just outside of a fence. He watched a bunch of people play basketball for a bit before turning his gaze back to the path he had in front of him. The pavement he was all too familiar with stretched on for what looked like forever, but he had walked all the way down this path many times, where it led was somewhere he didn't want to go anywhere near. He found his way over to a park, though there wasn't much of a park there he did find a small picnic table with graffiti all over it to sit at. He wasn't sure how long he had sat there just mindlessly sitting and watching people go by. Chain smoking cigs until his throat hurts. However, it wasn't until he pulled his last one from the pack, he realized he needed to get more.