Flash a.i (EDITING)

Cuts

Ashton

I zipped home. I took off my super suit.I hid my super suit behind the painting in my room. 

That was its special spot. When it wasn't on my body it was hidden behind the painting. In a ball. I then ran around in my boxers fanatically looking for my first aid kit. I needed to stitch myself up. Again. 

It was a normal thing for me to be covered in scars in my family. The more scars the better. The more honorable. The more super. My mother had taught me how to stitch myself up. I would have to until I find my partner in crime. Which might be forever. Everyone wants Flash. The handsome brave one. Nobody wants Ashton Irwin. The okay-ish nobody. Ashton Irwin the normal office worker. My father said that one day I will find another super. He got lucky. My father. Smash. 

I flinched as i but the sterilized needle in my skin. I honestly think that sewing my cuts just made them bleed more.

I cant be all that super.

Im gonna have to get hurt. 

I rather just have scars that arent all that pleasnt and save the city.

I feel bad for lying to Ingrids friend. I didnt know I had powers untill the moment someone was in danger. Or atleast I didnt know that they were active powers. Due to the fact out of all my siblings me and my older sister got powers. We thought it was just her. Until that day. I still remeber the screams of the couple. They were across the entire theme park. And I still got to them in a matter of seconds. Lets just say. You should not got to a waterpark if you can not swim. I simply started the job that my father finished. Then the EMT's helped. 

I finished sewing the gashes on my arm and legs.

They dont hurt all that much. What am I saying. They hurt like hell. It feels like I am being jabbed in one hundred places. Over one thousand times. but hey! The city is safe. Thats all that counts. Right? I can just take some Advil, sleep it off. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was covered in sweat and blood.

I cant do this anymore.

The lies.

The pain.

The stitches.

Is it all too much. My sister was always a better super hero then me. My father would take her out on missions. The thing is it was all such a waste. She hit 16 and said I refuse to use my powers. Now look at who is saving the city.

I didnt have time to take off my boxers. I just got in the shower. I was tierd of looking at the selfish man in the mirror. I flipped the shower switch and turning on my hot water. I just need a hot shower to get over this terribul feeling I had. The water turned on.

I let out a sound never heard before.

The scream of pain. 

So loud.

It was comming from me. 

I curled myself in a ball on the floor of my tub.

Looking at the blood flowing down the drain. I thought back to all the times I was thrown around. I could no longer tell what was tears and what was the shower.