Chương 2: Chapter 2
I miss those first 10 years of my life. It's been 8 years since that dreadful day, well almost 8. Just two more days till then. But still 8 long, agonizing years of being confined to a bed. Having a nurse taking care of my needs.
I use to be so embarrassed about it but I grew numb to it all. Maybe to numb to it, to everything. My parents noticed it back then. A year after the accident, that light had died in me. In my eyes. Nothing but a hollow shell of the once wild and rambunctious kid that use to run around with the biggest smile on his face.
I miss those days. They do too. I can notice it whenever they are looking at me, thinking I'm not paying attention. But I see it. They believe they're good at hiding it. The sadness and regret forever imprinted on their faces. I hate that look so much, hate it was a burning passion, but I don't say anything. Nothing at all. I mean, what's the point? It's not like it would change anything.
I did find some solace. Found it in the form of gameplay videos, comics, movies and shows. My own escape from this waking nightmare that is my own personal hell. I grew massively attached to three characters. Faith, Quicksilver, and Octane.
Faith, from the comic and game of Mirror's Edge, is a parkour runner and expert combatant who was a Runner. Runners are an illegal underground courier group who operate independently from The City and the City of Glass's legal security and surveillance measures. As such, they are a popular option of transport for private and sensitive documents and such across the city, being able to completely avoid the intrusion of the City regime.
When I first saw the gameplay of Faith running and jumping around from roof tops, walls, and sliding under obstacles I was mesmerized. So much so I even read the comics. It all drew me in. She looked so free from everything. Practically gliding through the urban environment of The City of Glass. No real attachments besides the few relationships she had. I loved it and always pondered if that could have been me if I didn't get hit by that car.
Quicksilver, now there's a man that stole my heart when I saw him on screen, and im not talking about the X-Men one but the one in the MCU. Now don't get me wrong, Evan Peters looked good in it but a bit too naïve for my taste. Now Aaron Taylor-Johnson on the other hand. Oof. The scene where he knocks Hawkeye around and takes a second to smirk and say that witty one liner before running away sealed the deal. I was all in! Was really pissed off when he had to die near the end of Age of Ultron. They could of done so much more with him.
Lastly but not the least, Octane! One truly crazy motherfucker. And I absolutely love it! He's such an adrenaline junky that he blew his own legs off just to make a flashy win in a race. Then when he got them metal ones, nothing could stop him. Truly a thrill seeking runner. Another man after my own heart. I couldn't help but wonder about that kind of life as well.
If only.
Just imagine, all three of them wrapped up in a pretty little bow. Faith's expertise with parkour, martial arts, weaponry, and stealth. Quicksilver's physique and speed and all that comes with it. Finally Octane's weapon mastery and his laidback thrill seeking personality.
*low ringing static noises*
God that would truly be the dream. I would absolutely love to be able to do what those three can do and I would never get tired of it. Just thinking about it brings a smile to my face.
*static noises intensifying*
"Huh?"
I finally start to notice a ringing in my ears and it's getting louder. Feeling something wet run down my chin, I bring my right arm, only one that works, to rub it away. Looking at my hand, I realize it's blood. Causing me to be puzzled for a moment. I then reach up to my nose, feeling more wetness, more blood.
"That's not good." I whisper to myself.
I start to reach for my phone but my head starts spinning and my vision begins to dim.
*BLARING STATIC NOISES*
All the noise around me begins to mute and all I can hear is that god awful ringing. My arm drops, no longer having the strength to move it and my head feels heavy.
'Is this it? Am I finally going to be free of this body?'
A momentary thought runs through me. I couldn't help but smile at it. Maybe it's true. This is the end. I know it's cruel to think about but I hope no one finds me soon. Just let me drift away.
'If there happens to be something after this, or even if someone is listening, I can only hope it's not truly the end and I get another life. A better and more adventurous life.'
I muster all my remaining strength to speak my last words to the air around me. I can no longer see, my sight is just gone. I can feel a pool forming underneath my head. Turns out I'm blooding out quite a lot it would seem.
So, this is the end. What was that one quote again? One of my favorites I have ever heard.
Oh yeah.
"This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a....…"
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