Out of A Shell (Dash Parr x Fem!Shy!Reader)

Revelation

When I next awoke, it was very late. About 2 am, according to the clock hanging on the wall to my left. The level of the lights in my room was lowered, so it was pleasantly darkened but not by too much.

There wasn't anything to do though. There wasn't a TV in here or anything, so the only way I could entertain myself was by staring off into space.

The beeping of my heart monitor kept me from going too far though. I'm still struggling to believe it.

I almost died.

Me stopping those guys from mugging that woman could've ended my life. The years I've lived, all of the things I've done and gone through, my dream of being a good superhero...all of it, made pointless.

Minerva said I wouldn't have lasted another day in my condition... If I went home yesterday instead of going here, I could have died in my sleep. When would my parents come home? What if they never did? My corpse could've just sat in my bed for who knows how long, rotting away. And no one would've known.

No one would have cared. My existence would be over, and for everyone else, it'd be like nothing happened at all.

Warm, tingling sensations fell down my cheeks, and I lifted my hand up to feel one of them. My fingers brushed across liquid. I was crying. I was quiet, but tears flowed down my face with pause. The fact that I started crying without knowing only made me more sad, and I was sucked back into my thoughts again.

I wouldn't be mourned. If my body was ever discovered, would I even be given a funeral? Or would I just be wrapped up in a bag and tossed into a hole, without another thought sent my way?

That scenario broke the dam. I sharply inhaled as my tears increased, and I slumped forward. The water was seeping into my oxygen mask, so I reached up and pulled it off, not caring if I was supposed to keep it on. My breathing was ragged, but I could still breathe.

Alone, in my dark room, I let myself cry. I tried to stay as quiet as I should, placing my hands over my mouth, though the gasps and sniffles could've probably still been heard from the hallway. No one came into my room though. No one was here.

...I haven't felt this lonely in a long time. I hoped I'd never feel this lonely again. But this dark room, even though it wasn't my bedroom, reminded me too much of how worthless I was.

My own parents don't even want me. Just why did I bother, with anything? Especially with this stupid dream of mine. I should just, give it up.

I'm too weak and pathetic to be a superhero. I don't know how to fight, my costume was a joke and ruined now any way, my power...my power was wasted because of me and my idiocy.

Here I am, able to manipulate water, yet I'm probably the worst super Metroville has ever seen. I bring shame to all the amazing supers that lived here during the Golden Age, and I give the current amazing supers that live here a bad name. The Incredibles, Frozone...

...Speaking of the Incredibles...it's been a while since I've seen The Dash. I wonder what he thinks of me? Has he noticed I haven't been around?

Does he even care? Probably not.

This was pointless. Until I figure out how to give my life meaning, nothing I do means anything. I might as well not exist. It's not like I'm impacting anyone's lives in any way.

My tears gradually slowed, until they stopped and I felt numb, yet exhausted all the same. I put my oxygen mask back on, inhaling the fumes to try and help my disgusting body recover.

I eventually dozed off again.

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When I woke up again, the lights were much brighter, but I couldn't say the same for my mental state. My blurry vision went over to the clock, and it signified 8:15 am.