The Reborn

“Rise and shine!! Today is another beautiful day from our beautiful lifes and we should be happy and thankful!”

I groaned and threw the first thing I got a hand of at Leaf. Unluckily for him, my alarm clock hit him right in the head.

“That’s jackpot.” I mumbled half asleep and he glared at me.

“You are unbelievable! I was only trying to make your morning ten times better!”

I scoffed. “Then why your face is the first thing I saw this morning? You ruined my day with this surprise.”

His eyes were as big as 2 onions and his mouth forms an O shape. “Oh, yeah? Fine. Don’t talk with me today, Moonlight. I don’t want to ruin your day any further with my ugly face.” he stomped his foot and stormed out of the room.

“Come on, Earthquake! Don’t be such a pussy! I was only messing with you! I like your face.” I yelled after him and his replay was almost instant.

“Don’t Earthquake me, missy! What is said is said and I don’t want to talk with you today. Your ugly face makes me depressed.”

“FINE. Act like a girl on her period. I don’t even care. I don’t need you and your ugly face. And that green shirt you bought yesterday sucks. Green looks like fuck on you!”

If you need to know something about Leaf is to never say something bad about his clothes or about the color green. He loves that color and it looks amazing on him, but he pisses me off. I mean, why is he so moody today?

He appeared in my doorframe in less than a minute. “My shirt is perfect and I look damn fine in green while you look like a fucking seal in black and white all the time!” he shouted angrily and his face was red.

“I never said that I look good in any color, so screw you! And I thought that you aren’t going to talk to me today?”

“From now on, me Leaf Wave of Earthquake, won’t talk with you for the rest of the day. I hope that you’ll have an horrible day. As horrible as your new pair of running shoes are!”

I raised my hand to threw a book at him, but he ran just in time. I placed the book back on my nightstand and sighed. I’m currently reading a trilogy called Half Life and it’s so fucking awesome. It’s a SF story with good and bad wizards which have badass guns and spells and I’m completely in love with it. Nathan is the main character and this poor guy’s life is so hard and full of pain that it makes me want to teleport myself in the book and kick some asses. Oh, minor detail: he’s bisexual and dyslexic and I totally ship Nabriel. You should really read this series because it’s fucking gold. I almost finished the third book and I’m so damn happy that those 2 idiots are together even if 2 of my favorite characters died.

You authors are evil creatures!

My bed was calling me to go back to him, but as soon as I my butt touched the mattress Blast’s voice shouted from the speakers.

“I want Team Apocalypse in my office as soon as possible.”

“Oh, come on! I want to fucking sleep! Jesus Christ! It’s fucking unbelievable!” I rambled my frustration as I ran around doing my morning routine as quickly as I could.

I slide down the stairs bar and walked straight to the exit. “Let’s go before he goes in beast mode and starts to yell at us.” I said without looking at them and I heard them following me.

“You’re finally here! Took you some time. Let me guess. Someone, who’s name is Shadow, was sleeping and you had to wait for her.” I glared at him as he looked at me with one eyebrow raised.

Yeah, it’s not the first time when we’re late because of me.

“It’s not important who’s fault is. What truly is important is why are we here?” Sharp changed the subject and I started at him silently thanking him.

Damn. Again being the nice guy.

Blast nodded his head. “True. Darks from D.A were spotted at Boltmountain at 2 km away from us. A little too close for my liking and you have to go there and clear the region. I don’t want Darks to find out about this place, at last not yet. We are not ready for such a big fight yet. You’re going there tomorrow. Today you’re free to do whatever you want as long as you won’t get injured. That’s all I had to say.”

“Okay, Mr. Tornado. Tomorrow we will do a great job with no deaths. We’ll try our best. Now, if you excuse us, we need to rest.” Sharp said and I almost cringed at how formal he is. Blast is like a father to us and we talk with his like he truly is our father so it’s very weird to hear someone being so formal with him.

Blast chuckled. “You can call me Blast. I don’t formalities with people that are close to me. Here we are a big family. All of us.”

“Even if some should be excluded.” I mumbled and looked on the walls, but I could feel the glare Blast was giving me.

“Shadow.” he warned me and I gave him an innocent look.

“Yes?”

“We already talked about this. Just think about those persons like some annoying cousins that you have to behave when they’re around.”

I pouted and crossed my arms. “Fine.”

He smiled and clapped his hands. “Great. You can leave now, but if you need something you know where my office is.”

We all waved goodbye and decided to go at the canteen because some of us (me), skipped breakfast and could eat a whole elephant by herself.

It’s already 11 AM, but there still are people standing in the line to get breakfast. Lazy asses like me I bet.

The guys went to our usual tables because we can’t seat all at one table so we dragged another table next to the previous one. I skipped happily to the line because I just love food.

As I was walking to my table with my tray and plate with strawberry pancakes, someone tripped me and I almost landed butt first on the floor, but thank God that I have high reflexes and good balance.

I turned to my right with a dead glare on. Here was no other then Shield, the main bitch I slapped when I first came here. Years passed and my hate towards her is intact.

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Are you okay, Shadow? You scared me for a moment. I thought that you’d hurt yourself.” she said with an innocent smile and sweet tone.

“As you can see since you’re not blind, I’m fine. But you won’t be if you keep testing my patience.” I said glaring harder and gripping my tray to stop myself for breaking her neck.

If I beat the crap out of her right here, right now, I would get in troubles and I’ll be more hated then I already am and she’s not worth it.

Her innocent smile turned into an evil one. “You’ll beat me to a pulp like you always do when someone bothers you? You know, it’s not okay to act so violent in such simple situations when you can just turn around and leave. But a psychotic bitch with anger issues like you, just can’t help it. You let the anger to control you and that’s why you failed at that simple mission. You’re a shame and a disappointment for this place. You’re nothing but a snobby bitch stuck in her own head with to much anger to control. You should be executed or something.”

My breath was coming out in short irregular breaths and I was trying to control myself. The fact that I didn’t took my pills this morning wasn’t helping me neither. I usually take my pills after breakfast, but today I was in a hurry so the pills weren’t taken. Short story.

I placed my tray on a nearby table and walked to my little friend. “Yes, I’m psychotic and I have anger issues, but everyone knows it and I’m taking my treatment. Unlikely you, who is hiding her illness and refuse to take her treatment because ‘I’m not a crazy bitch’. You act like you are royalty, like you weren’t supposed to be here, like we, the people from here that we’re taking our pills are lunatics and mad man, while you are worse than us all. At last I’m accepting who I am. Now, tell me with who I’m talking? Shield, Scar, Dina or Shelley? Which one of you is the bitch that likes to piss me off and which one is the nice girl who helped me with my spells homework in the past? Did you heard that people??” I yelled and climbed on a table. “You call me a bitch and you say that I’m a lying bastard when all I tried to do is to protect everyone. You are calling this bitch ‘arrogant and understood’ because she doesn’t have any illness. But guess what losers? She lied to you the whole time! She has dissociative identity disorder. She has multiple personalities and refuses to take the right treatment because she thinks that those pills are just for us, the hopeless people. This bitch” I grabbed her by the collar and bring her next to me “Lied to you the whole time and I’m the bad guy who is supposed to root in hell.”

Everyone had their heads down in shame and their faces red in anger and disappointment.

“And how do you know that since no one else knew about her problems?” someone from the back asked.

“Her friends over here knew too. I know because on the weekends, sometimes Blast tells me to have a talk with the persons who refuse to take their medicines and she was on one of the many lists. She also refused to come to the therapy or at the appointment with me. That’s how I am. And I don’t care if you believe me or not. I hope that you have a great day from now on. Bye.” I dropped the bitch on the ground.

She was frozen on her spot shaking like a leaf in the wind, silently talking with herself.

And we are the crazy ones?

Apparently, yes we are.

I took only the plate with the pancakes and ran back to the house using my Elementar speed. I placed the plate on the kitchen counter because my appetite was long lost and I rushed in my room. I seat down on my dark red carpet with my back pressed against the bed.

Everything she said was true and I hate it. I already knew everything she said, but I never thought that it would hurt this much to hear it from someone’s mouth. Damn, it hurts and I feel like fuck. Nothing goes as I was planning to and I hate when I don’t have the control over the situation and I hate how they hate me. It may seem like I don’t give a royal fuck about what others think, but I actually do. I care about how people see me and I don’t like even a little bit how they see me right now.

Sometime I’m wondering if my whole life is some kind of lame joke or if God hates me for some reason. I’m also wondering how many people would miss me if I’m gone. Not too many, that’s for sure. Some of them would be very happy, maybe they would throw a huge party with a big sign that says ‘The bitch is gone♡’.

“Hi, Red. How are you feeling?”

I raised my head that was resting on my arms and looked at Sharp. He was standing outside of my room with his head pooped through the crack of the door. His eyes were looking softly at me with a glint of worry in them.

“I’m fine.” I cringed at how raspy and weak my voice sounded as I wiped my teared stained face with my sleeves.

His footsteps got closer to me and stopped when he dropped himself next to me. “No. No, you’re not.” his voice was as soft as silk and I had to blink back my tears.

“I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” I whispered staring at my shoes like they were suddenly very interesting.

“You’re right and wrong in the same time. You’re not okay, but you’ll be okay. I know you will. I believe in you.”

My eyes finally meet his and they were shining with honesty. I never thought that someone would told me something like that even if I would he would’ve been the last person I expected. But it feels good to hear that at least someone believes in you. Sure, Lincoln told me that too, but he’s my brother.

“How can you be so sure? From the moment you came here since now, I was and still am a disappointment and everyone hates me. What makes you thing something like that? Why do you trust a sick person like me?”

A soft smile appeared on his face and he placed his hand over mine. “I know a fighter when I saw one. Since I came here I saw a bunch of hypocrites judging a girl for a single mistake and for what she is. I saw how the girl wasn’t responding to any of them and how she walked passed them with her head held high, not giving away any sign of hurt or pain. I saw how the girl was trying to get past all the hate and she succeeded. I saw a smart girl dodging every hurtful word like bullets and I’m impressed. That’s why I believe in you. I believe in you because I saw how you treat the situation like an expert, still standing tall and strong for your cause. For me, you’re nothing but a good person with good intentions in a cruel world. You’re a good example for me and I have some things to learn from you. I don’t know anything at all about you, but I can still give you an advice. Don’t give up. When life brings you down on your knees, you have to get up and keep walking. You need to because life keeps moving on and you’ll be left behind. So when you’re down, get up, clean up your wounds and keep going with your head held high. Don’t stop and don’t give up. Don’t give them the satisfaction to see you down.”

I stared at him taken back by his confession. He, the perfect boy, thinks that I, the sick bitch, is a good examples for the others. My heart warmed up at his words and I pulled him into a hug as some tears escaped my eyes once again.

He hugged me back almost immediately and started to rub my back as I started to cry again. It felt good to have someone hold you as you cry all your pain. It felt good to be here in his warm arms as I was cold as winter.

“Sorry for looking like such a cry baby.” I said after I called down and been left with only occasion hiccups.

I hate when people see me crying, but for some reason I was okay with him seeing me crying.

He was still holding me and rubbing my back in a smoothing way. “It’s okay to cry sometimes. It happens when you’ve been strong for too long.”

I rested my head on his shoulder as my eyes begin to drop. “It’s hard to be strong all the time. I’m trying to, but all my plans are failing lately.”

He kissed my head and rested his head on top of mine, making my stomach feel weird again. “You’re strong and you’re not failing everything. You didn’t failed your friends or me. We all believe in you and I know how hard is it sometimes to be strong. You may not believe it, but it’s hard to be the perfect changer all the time.” his voice was strained and I could feel the pain in it.

Just now I understood that this golden boy, isn’t so golden. He has his hard times too and I realised how hard it must be for him to be perfect all the time. I feel bad for being so harsh with him now. I’m such a bitch sometimes.

“You know what’s the problem with being strong? When you’re strong, you help everyone with their problems, but no one helps you with yours because ‘you are strong’ and ‘you can deal with them’. But the truth is that no, I can’t deal with my problems. My life is a mess and I’m trying to pull my shit together while wearing a smile to pretend that I’m fine when I’m not.”

“Well, at last you’re a hot mess.” he said and a laughed softly. “But you don’t have to be strong all the time. You can’t be strong all the time and I’m perfectly fine with it because I know how it is. Red, if you want to, I can help you and you can help me. I have things to learn from you and you have things to learn from me. Let’s help each other. What do you say?”

Bolt?

Hmm. It’s a tempting offer and this guy doesn’t give me any bad vibes.

Neither Black did.

Actually he did. I told you that I thought that he would be better of dead after all.

But what if we end up ditched and hurt again?

That won’t happen. As soon as we smell something, we’re out.

“It’s a deal under one condition. I can back out any time I want.”

“Fine by me, but you won’t get bored of me so easily.”

I chuckled a little as my eyelids closed completely, leading me to a peaceful sleep.