Stories from an Empty Classroom

I'm a Supervillain

Everyone dreams of being a hero, right? The fame, the adventure, the feeling of helping people who need it. Sounds exhilarating, no? No. Being a hero seems a bit cliche, okay? I mean, helping people sounds like... the only thing I do on a regular basis. People don't notice, but that's all I do. I help, I do for others, I listen to them, and take nothing in return. Literally nothing. That's not true, I do take things, I take the brunt of their anger. And I do nothing to stop it. Sad, I know, but I don't have the power to stop it. I'm not a hero, no. But I'd like to be a villain.

I've said before, that I wouldn't be one if given the chance. Instead, I'd be an anti-hero. Doing the right things for the wrong reasons, turning me into a villain that eventually has to be stopped. But that power was mundane, completely unnoticeable to a majority of this world. Did you know that, in all my years of being yelled at and beat up, I've never retaliated? Never exploded in anger. People haven't made me angry enough, I don't think. I don't have enough courage to stop the yelling with yelling of my own. I've never taken on a serious tone and put an end to the bullying and verbal abuse. I'd like to. They say that villains are heroes that snapped. People that were selfless, helpful, nice, and abused. People who absorbed every negative thing thrown at them and continued to be kind to others despite it. Until, eventually, they were thrown something they couldn't take, something that made them so mad that they snapped. I sound selfish like I want something in return for the things I do. I don't really, all I'd like is a little appreciation. And maybe less yelling. 

It's not that being a villain sounds appealing to me, it doesn't. It's retaliating and causing chaos that sounds fun. Chaos is lovely. I'm one of those organised chaos people. Everything looks like a mess to the outside until you spend enough time in it and it suddenly all makes sense. Besides, I'd become a villain for a completely out-there reason. Also, there aren't any superheroes that could stop me. Nor do I have any powers of my own, so fear not, there won't be any havoc-wreaking until I get past that problem. 

There's also the fact that being a villain is always cool. Horrible, because none ever win in the end. But a long-lasting hero/villain relationship is a bond that never really breaks. Heroes will lock away a villain and then miss them because nothing happens anymore. So villains have to figure out a way to break out of their prison to pacify the lonely hero. It'd be like having a friend. Only, very deadly, and maybe a bit lonely.

I started off writing this while I was a bit angry and, unfortunately, all that anger dissipated by the end of the first paragraph, otherwise it would have ended better than that. I guess I'm a bit bi-polar. Only, instead of going from super positive to super negative, I go from super anything to nothing in seconds and perhaps that's a good thing. I was just insanely angry and my first instinct was to answer this in the wrong way. Who knows what I could do if that anger was ever given the chance to grow, I could potentially turn emotion into magic and then there would be a large crater where my house is now and a whole lot of people dead.