Superman And His Strength

N I N E

Lane

note: lowercase is intended

We're meeting in the library today. The project is due for about a week and we're halfway through which is good news. The only thing I don't get is why I feel weird every time I'm around him. Every time I'm around him I start thinking about things that never ever mattered. It sucks because all my insecurities are questioned.

"Why are they behind you?" he asks once more once we're in the library.

"I don't know. I don't know! All of them were huge parts of my life once upon a time but now they're constantly making it hell."

"You must know why, though?" he asks and he genuinely just looks sad and curious. It sucks that he's sad for me.

"I don't need your god damn pity." I spit out venomous and stand up. When I'm about to turn away, I feel him grab my wrist and pull me back. I release my wrist out of his grip.

"I wasn't giving you any, you're being bullied and that's wrong. And I'm the kind of person who stands up against things that are wrong." He says and his words sound so heroic that he doesn't seem like a person to me.

"Well, I can stand up for my own things." I say trying really hard to not let my voice break because I really don't want him to get into the traps of the 'Fantastic Four'.

"I know you can but I also know that they're a gang of four people and you're just one and I'm not doubting your capabilities because I know you can bring them down singlehandedly but you're nice so you won't..."

'Yep, I won't.' My subconscious sneers at me.

"That's why I am here."

"I don't need help and eventually karma will do its job and I won't have to worry," I say trying to be confident with my ulterior motive of trying to get him away from my mess.

"I know that but karma's just a little late here. But what I really want to know is why are they behind you? Like why are you their constant target?"

"Let me ask you one question: How do you trust a person?"

"I guess it would depend on how much this person knows about you and how much you know about this person and maybe even how comfortable you are with sharing information with this person."

"See, if you're smart enough to know that then how do you expect me to tell you about my bullying without you even knowing the slightest about me or even me knowing anything about you? You're a complete stranger to me, Kent. I don't know anything about you."

The conversation stops at that point and we continue working on our project.

And that's pretty much all we do.

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Hi.

Hi, who's this?

Your murderer.

...

Its Kent.