Muke One Shots

Superhero

I should be asleep.

MICHAEL

A lost cause, a loner. My life consists of rude comments and wasting precious oxygen. No friends, no family, just me.

I was left my home at the age of 16. My mother was an alcoholic and I knew I needed better. So I packed my bags and left without a single note left behind. I regret leaving everyday because I sleep on the park bench with a small sweatshirt, trying to cover all of my body as best I can. Ever since I left I've had no hope out here in the world. They say that you are supposed to be free when you leave home but to tell you the truth, I feel trapped in a life that I don't deserve. So, instead pf sitting and rotting away as a homeless waste of space, I have decided to kill myself. Nobody will care. Nobody will notice.

So I grabbed my sweatshirt and tied it around my waist, heading toward the bridge that arches over the Kristian Bay. As I reached the middle of the bridge, I placed my things down and looked over the railing. It was about a 100 foot drop, hopefully enough to send my body into shock, or atleast drown me. I took off my shoes and untied the sweatshirt from around my waist, throwing them both in the pile of my other belongings.

I grabbed the railing and pulled myself over to the other side, almost slipping. I turn so that my back faces the bridge and I am looking out into the open bay. The scene was beautiful and for a second, I thought of climbing back over the railing, finding a guy and starting a life, but I realized that I was nothing. Garbage, perhaps.

I look down into the water, watching the small waves hit the pillars of the bridge. The noise always irritated me, but in the moment it calmed me.

"SIR!" I hear a shout behind me. I looked back over my shoulder to see a boy my age, maybe a little younger. He had a blonde quiff and sparkling blue eyes. I would consider him cute, but I am about to die, it's not time for crushes.

I look down to the crashing waves, leaning forward but not letting go. Finally, I realease my hands and prepare to feel the wind on my face, but I don't. I am hanging by one hand off of the bridge, but not by choice. The blonde boy from mere seconds ago was holding my hand, obviously struggling to hold my weight.

"LET GO!" I yell over the sound of crashing waved, but the boy didn't let go, in fact his grip tightened.

"WHY WOULD I DO THAT?" He yells over the noise. I shake my head. He doesn't know me, he doesn't know anything.

I look up at him and smile, "What's your name?"

"Luke." He replies loudly.

"It was nice meeting you, Luke." I say, looking up at him. He stares down questioningly but has no time to respond as I pull my hand from his grip and plunge into the freezing cold water.

I rub my head and slowly open my eyes to a blinding light. Am I in heaven?

"Sir, he is awake." A familiar voice calls. Suddenly, the shuffling of feet made it's way toward me and forced my eyes open. At first I saw only white, but then I saw a male doctor standing above me eith a clipboard in hand.

"Michael Gordon Clifford, suicidal. We will get anti-deppresants and you should be on your way." The man says, walking away. I suddenly turn to the left and see the blonde boy from earlier.

"Wh-why-what?" Michael stutters out, confused at why the boy was here. Luke smiles and walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You, Michael Gordon Clifford, are my patient. I will be your superhero, and I will save you. And who knows, maybe by the end of it all you'll have a wedding ring."