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Heroes do not exist, at least not like the ones we hear about. Growing up, we are subjected to stories, comics, and movies that all exaggerate what it’s like to be a hero. These heroes are selfless, kind, and just lucky enough to face off with evil and make it out alive. This is the part where reality comes in and destroys the fantasy. Because in real life heroes aren’t always selfless, they usually just do something good. And heroes aren’t always kind, they are often haunted by their own demons. And heroes definitely do not always make it out alive. I know that with what I’m about to do, I will not live to see the result. I have no idea if I will be remembered as a hero, and I have no idea if what I’m doing will save anyone. But if I can make a difference, if I can expose what has been going on, the horrors that everyone refuses to see; if I can save my friends, it will all be worth it. That’s when I jumped forward and pressed the detonation key. Fire consumed everything but I was consumed by a weird sense of happiness. I did it. No one else will have to face what I did. - Thea Rose had it all, great friends, a loving family, a good job. She had just graduated college and was ready to change the world. Then, the one time she decides to walk home alone, everything changes. -
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