✓ 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁 ↣ 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

PART: 19

Caught inside all the action made me senseless. I ignored the fact of all the confusion and the anger the OFH had with the villains' trickery. I ignored Chloe and Cifer, along with all the other trainees asking if I was okay. They focused more on Landon of course. I was also too much in a fog that I didn't bother looking over to see how lovey dovey Kelly was with Landon. She kept him in a long embrace and he let her.

This fog I was in, it was caused by guilt. We got back that evening. I hid in my room missing dinner, and breakfast the next morning. I curled up under my covers. I didn't care if I got punished for missing training. It's not like I was going to learn anything useful. That was the reason I couldn't save the guy's life. I was knocked into a fucking wall and couldn't defend the man that trusted in me. I was suppose to be the hero.

I guess not.

I laid there in my dark room under my comforter day dreaming about absolutely nothing. There was a knock on my door. I answered it to Chloe coming in and hugging me. She asked what was wrong. I blew it off and said that I was just in shock from the attack. Chloe believed it odd enough, then went back to training after lunch.

The thing that ran through my mind are ways I could have saved him. I didn't know him, but I felt it was my responsibility as a hero to save him. And I couldn't. 1: I could have seen the green fucker coming and stopped him. 2: I could have used my powers (the ones I don't know how to use) to defeat him. 3: I could have gotten myself together and attacked the green fucker with everything I had.

No, I only sat there like a deer caught in head lights watching an innocent man's life being taken before my eyes. I've never seen anyone die before. It was something you can't erase. His neck. His neck just......snapped. In half a second, he was gone.

The hours passed as I watched my clock. I get up out of bed and go to the training area. I have a lot of anger I need to release. I pass through the cafeteria that is empty then head to the punching bags. I don't bother putting on gloves. I ball up my fists and hit the bag with all I have. It sways backwards then comes back to meet my fists. Hot flashes pass through me followed by sweat as I hit the bag harder and harder. My knuckles are burning. I see marks of blood from my hands on the bag.

Flashes of me being attacked come with the punches. Each time my hand makes contact, I shutter and grunt out of frustration with the memories I have.

"You missed practice," Landon says from behind. Does he sleep in here or something? He's always in here when I come after hours. I respond with my silence. I keep going with smacking the bag useless. "You'll have to come after hours for the whole week," he says.

I put my fists up by my head and aim in the center of the blue. I punch with a shooting pain going down my arm. I act as if it doesn't affect me. My hands that were cut with glass are opening back up releasing blood.

Landon comes to my side and observes. He then says, "Do you want more time after hours for not answering me?"

That's it. I punch the bag so hard that the chain breaks that was holding it up. The bag busts with little beads escaping all over the mat.

"Is that all you care about!" I explode. Landon steps back, his eyes wide with suprise. "For weeks I've been putting up with this shit! You treat me different from everyone else and I put up with it! I did what you wanted me to do! I asked for one simple thing and that was to learn my powers. You. Didn't. Teach. Me. That! You taught everyone else it. Now I'm left with that guilt with a MAN dead because I didn't know what I was doing!"

I want to punch Landon so bad. He still stands tall despite the words I'm throwing at him. For once, he's quiet.

"Thanks to this," I say, waving my hands around the place. "Thanks to the OFH, my life is done. I lost my fucking doorm room, I lost basically my education, I lost my motorcycle, I lost my phone, I lost my patience, and I lost my only best friend!"