The Nerd's Secret |Ongoing|

☫ Chapter 1 ☫

☫ Chapter 1 ☫

Once upon a time, I was just Jeremiah Vincent.

     Not any of the random names that my fellow high school classmates somehow managed to come up with. Most of them weren't very original. 21st weird century teasing really.

     That's right, but just like everyone else, I have a story. It might not be spectacular, amazing or anywhere near super. But this story, well it's my story. It's what made me who I am today. I know this sounds pretty sentimental and not as exciting as it should be, but that's for later. Because this very story led me to become the legendary superhero. Not necessarily legendary but since I'm the narrator I'll just exaggerate here and there. Add a bit of pizazz, you know?

     Let's start this off with a basic question. If I told you I was a superhuman, the cape, mask and all would you be able to believe me? I feel like you wouldn't be the type to. Of course, I can't be sure of that. So in order to really understand me and who I am, I'd have to tell you the journey that took place beforehand.

     I was just a normal everyday nerd. Yes, I had the shiny braces, annoying acne, nasal voice, and dare I say it cringy scientist looking glasses. Of course, that didn't matter when you were twelve years old. I remember it all too well. The way the lights were dimmed that night, almost as if a preparation for the experience. The hospital room was filled with people. Some I didn't know and some I clutched onto with hope. Next to me was my older brother. I was speechless as tears began making their way down my pale face.

     "Mommy," I went to her.

     Mom looked over at me with a pleasant smile, that was something she would usually do. Her eyes would crinkle slightly as her lips tugged upwards, it was the only time I saw her truly alive. That's probably why I always wanted her to smile. I didn't want to think about the future. I knew it wasn't good. I was a pre-teen stuck in denial. But then I watched it happened. I watched as the heart monitor began losing its sound as mom's eyes flutter closed. The slow beating lost its stable pace, mom's breathing becoming labored, everything reaching a dark peak. Losing someone I loved right before my very eyes.

     "Jeremiah," she opened her eyes, once I tugged her. Don't leave me. I sniffled against my sleeves and wiped my eyes. She smiled softly as her fingers made its way towards my messy hair. She laughed cheekily and she played with it. "I love you."

     "Jeff," she looked over at my brother and took a hold of his hand. "I love yo—"

     She never did finish that sentence. The second her voice cracked I yelled and shook her, hoping that her eyes would open again. I was hoping to see that smile. To hear her words. I was just hoping for her to live. Someone grabbed me as the doctors rushed to her assistance.

     Mom.

     The white walls felt suffocating as they closed in and my vision blurred. Everything began spinning but then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up noticing Jeffs trembling body next to me. His grip tightened as tears took over him as well. He choked on a sob and stared at mom. He didn't look at me at all and bit his lips as mom's body became completely lifeless.

     That was the last time I've ever felt close to my brother.

     Beep! Beep!

     I jerked up as my eyes widen and I was overwhelmed with the heat that seemed to ease its way into my room. The sun was shining through the curtains, illuminating my tiny bedroom and letting the light cascade softly over the glass pictures on the wall. I glanced over at the rusty old clock that was placed on my nightstand. Squinting my eyes, I attempted to comprehend what the red lights said. I groaned and reached for my glasses. Six thirty. I sighed and got off my bed. Too early. I switched on the radio and listened to the music, letting myself relax against the calm sounds. Mhm, way too early.