The street lights gave off a dull glow against the night sky. I stumbled along the cold pavement as the growing hole in my old sneakers were turning my feet into blocks of ice. After finishing my last minute study session at the university two blocks from home, I decided to take the longer route back to my apartment.Wondering the streets at such an hour alone is not wise in Mooreston City, the crime rates here were the highest in the country. A young women like myself should be frightened of the eerie silence and creatures hiding in the shadows.
Though I didn't feel fear, I found comfort in the darkness. Instead of fearing for my life I never felt more alive.
I was the one that hid in the shadows, with the ability to take a life at any given moment.
Times like this were when I longed for the silky feeling of my suit against my skin the most. When the sky is dark and the air is cool, it is almost unfitting to be only Bree Hyland.
I craved to be person I was behind my mask, to be my alter ego.
To be a villain.
I was raised to the best of my loving parents ability. I had a great childhood, and though they struggled with finance I never complained. I always had a roof over my head and food to eat. They were always there, encouraging me, praising me. They wanted me to always try my hardest and to exceed to the best of my abilities. They raised me to be good. To be pure.
And I was. Bree Hyland was kind, shy and clumsy, she never sought out attention and always kept her head down. She did her best in school and never disobeyed her parents. She was as good as they came.
But good got boring.
I always felt a little empty inside, like something was missing. And when my parents were murdered I felt rage I never had before, I was not only heartbroken I was furious.
I was only ten when it happened. Everything broke inside of me and something changed. With tears came power I never before felt, I had gained unexplained abilities.
I Realized that in order to continue to exceed to the best of my abilities I couldn't just be good little me anymore.
I had to become someone else. And so I did.
By day I am Bree Hyland.
By night I am Villain.
Original name I know.
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Villain
Macera"A good girl is a bad girl who hasn't been caught" *** Being a university student and balancing studies with proper sleep hours is hard enough. Though for Bree-its even harder when she has to make time a vill...