Hero

TOPIC: Hero

As the sound of his body came into a deathly contact with the cold hard gravel ground, followed by the deafening cracks of his bones, I snapped back to reality that I had deliberately pushed him off the window of the eighteenth story building. I agonisingly limped to the body, which was surrounded by the metallic substance that was flowing out of all parts of his body, indicating that the life that was once containing him had slowly flowed away. Tears formed at the rim of my eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. It was then when I heard the ringing sound of the siren of the ambulance. It was as though something clicked in my messed up brain as I maniacally hollered out streams of laughter. Feeling the small cold metal came into contact with both of my wrists, hearing the click of the handcuffs, the only thought in my mind was that, ' how could such a small metallic piece of metal tame the beast? ' All thoughts of him being the hero in my heart slowly faded away as I embrace the last moments of freedom.

Two months ago, being the rebellious child in the family, I ran away from home. I was only fifteen. Not being able to think as a mature adult even though i always wanted to be treated as one, I accepted the offer of a guy who approached me and promised that he would take care of me like he would to a princess. Looking up at him, a peaceful warmth engulfed my heart, having the thoughts of a hero such as those Fairy tales I always read when I was young was coming to my rescue. Being an ignorant teenager, I accepted his kind offer with open arms.

However, as I sauntered into his small apartment located in the rural areas of the city, I knew something was wrong. My eyes set upon over ten teenage girls being tied up. It was as though the life in them had been taken away from them. The girls had emotionless bloodshot eyes gazing at me, with skeletal figures like as though they were mal-nutritioned. As I tried to sprint out of the apartment, I heard the sound of the hollow door slamming shut, causing me to wince from the deafening boom it had caused. The guy menacingly walked towards me, causing my heart to be in my mouth. I cowered in fear as the image I once had of him as a hero faltered away from my mind, replacing it of a devil's image.

' Please let me go, I promise I wont spill a single thing I saw.. ', I pleaded desperately to him. He grabbed a bunch of my silky long hair to pull me roughly towards him, causing me to wince as pain shot through the scalp of my head. He smiled at me sinisterly, causing beads of perspiration to form on my forehead. Forcefully pushing me against the table, a sharp pain pierced into my hipbone as it came into contact with the corner of the table. My eyes were brimmed with tears as the tears silently fell. I did not dare to make a single sound as I did not want to agitate the devil in him. As I slumped down the wall, I prayed for the glimpse of hope to be saved by an imaginary hero, which I knew, did not exist.

I was the only one in the whole room who dared to plot his death. In this World, life is not fair. Regardless of being the victim of the whole case, they eventually decided to punish me for murdering the sadistic guy who did these to girls for his own sadistic pleasure. People claimed that there is a silver lining for any obstacles, where was mine? My parents were ashamed to have given birth to me. What happened to ' Your family is the only hero you need to survive, ' which was what people preached since I was born? What happened to the heroes who will come to the rescue of the damsel in distress? All of these are fabricated. In this world, no one is worthy of being your hero except, yourself.