June

He's back.

disgusting.

My father.

The man who got my mother pregnant.

The stupid bitch is, of course, overflowing with joy.
She doesn't even see a reason to acknowledge me anymore. Not that she ever did in the first place.

I was just a link. A broken one, yet the only one left.

He's just lazing around, drinking beer and smoking pot, leering at the neighbors daughter.

He won't even look at me.
Well, yeah.
Let's just ignore things that are a nuisance for you, shall we?
After all, that's how you've lived your whole life so far, why stop now?

From what I've heard here and there, he's only here because he ran out of funds for his "home business". I bet they ran out on cigs and prostitutes.

Hah.

This is stupid.

That retarded cat hasn't even shown up.

What the hell is it doing?

Slacking on the job? 

I've waited this long for something to happen. I can't stand it anymore.

I'm sick of her sitting in my room, staring at the empty goldfish bowl every time he happens to go out.
I guess even she knows what he's doing.

I mean, yeah, it's all normal.

It's just, I mean...

Weren't you supposed to save me? 

Anthony

When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a superhero.

In my seven year old brain, it was the only thing worth being. For hours, I would sneak-read the marvel comics my older brother had collected over the years.

Older brother? Oh...right.

It's not as though I especially love life, but...

"It's time you woke up..." a sobbing voice told me, gripping my hand.

Who? Who?

I'm sure he was like that too. At least at one point. Wanting to be a superhero. To be right.

So, why? No matter how hard I tried to understand, it didn't matter.

Wanting to be a superhero...that desire hasn't changed after all these years; if anything, it's grown stronger.

But perhaps, the motivation has changed.

I just never want to feel that helpless ever again.


bzzt. bzzt.

My eyes snapped open. Snatching the phone that was about to fall off the edge of the bed, I hastily turned off the alarm.

I stared at the cellular device in my hand before shaking myself out my reverie. My head was pounding with an oncoming headache.

What a sickening dream I had just had.