Shattered World

Chapter Fourteen

That night, I lie awake in my bed, my head swarming. A part of me knew he was right, all those wars... The planet would've gone to ruin eventually. Yet, it gave him no right to hurt all those people.

As my eyes grew heavy, I felt a memory flood my mind, one specific memory that I'd tried pushing away since I was little, but never could.

It had started on a normal day. I remembered sitting at the dining table staring in disgust at the slightly burnt pancakes my mother had made, while holding my baby brother in one arm, deep circles under her eyes, yet at that moment all I could think of was how ruined the food was.

I was so spoiled, I remember, how I'd gotten so angry. "Ew! I'm not eating this it's gross!" I had said. To which my father scolded my. "Faya your mother worked hard on those, apologize!" He had said sternly, I had glanced at my mother, seeing her eyes glisten with tears, yet, I had stood and ran out the door.

I had run in rage, and also... In guilt. I wished every day I simply apologized. I remembered sitting on a bench in the park, smelling the freshly cut grass, and looking around at the dirt paths that surrounded the area, the oak trees, and park equipment.

That's when I'd heard it, first, a single scream, then another, and another, then the sirens blaring. I remembered holding my ears as I looked around confused, and that's when I seen them, the invaders, attacking countless unarmed innocent people.

The fear that filled me was unimaginable, I had ran home, my anger and guilt forgotten, all I wanted was to hug my parents, to apologize to my mom, to comfort my baby brother, to hide and cry and have the comfort things would be okay.

Instead, I made it back to an empty, torn apart apartment. "Mom?? Dad?! Leo?!" I'd screamed, running around the apartment in panic and horror. My entire body had shook, yet I found none of thems and callapsed when I reached the kitchen, when all that I seen, was my brothers favorite stuffed bear which he always carried, and a single puddle of red liquid on the ground.

I always told myself it was juice, but I knew better. My eyes watered as I sat up in bed, that memory still haunted me, as it reminded me why I was here.

With my hands in fists, I telaported to the training room, walked up to the punching bag, and hit it. Again, and again, my eyes flooded with tears as I hit it harder and harder, my hands bled and I couldn't see, or breathe, all I could do was hit the bag.

I wasn't even sure who I'd imagined that punching bag was anymore, maybe Kio, or the ones who took my family. Or maybe... It was myself I imagined? Because a small part of me, still blamed myself for it all. Knowing If I hadn't run, I would know what happened to them, I'd know if they were even still alive. I'd know!

Instead I hit the bag, again, and again. My fists grew numb, and I tore a hole through the bag, yet I couldn't stop, no longer in control. I screamed out as I punched the bag. "WHY?! WHY ME!?" I yelled, punching it none stop, until I felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders pull me away from the bag.

Not knowing who it was, I simply turned and burried my head in their chest, sobbing uncontrollably. My body weak from all the strength I used I felt my knees buckle beanethe me, as I burried my head in the persons chest, a man. That was all I cared to learn, to busy sobbing to bother seeing who's arms were wrapped around me, who held me close as I sobbed and broke down in their arms.