People walk over others to get what they want.
and I'm no different, I don't know why but the way Greg tied his tie so shortly always pissed me off.
"Yo George, Greg's handing out leaflets for his geeky comic club"
The blond youth donned a medium, blonde central parting, blue eyes, a defining jawline and wore the same white untucked white shirt, black blazer and trousers that I had, the only difference being the fact that I was still wearing my red and grey striped tie.
You could call him the group leader, trying to get us involved, not for us but for his own image. His name was Harry, he was the standard popular kid, sporty, extroverted and from a rich family. The only reason a quiet introvert like me was friends with him was because as kids, we both played for the same youth football club and desperate to hold on to the little popularity I gained from being his friend, I and a couple others who had the same intentions as me, I assumed, engaged in his shenanigans; stepping on others who had different hobbies than us.
Greg was a prime example. Your run of the mill High school student, a little socially inept, but he was a good kid, he just liked anime and unfortunately, Harry didn't. It's ironic considering I was quite fond of anime myself, of course I couldn't tell Harry that. Nonetheless, Greg was handing out flyers for his manga and anime club, and unfortunately for him, we happened to be passing by. He just wanted to meet others who shared his hoppy and we trampled on him over it.
I wonder how I would've turned out if I threw away my naive hunger for social acceptance and just made new friends who just minded their own business and let others do what makes them happy. Maybe I wouldn't have turned out to be such a loser.
We pissed the days away, no goal, no intentions on doing anything with our lives, we were self-conscious cowards using others to hide the hatred of our own lives, lives that we were too lazy to try and fix.
I had become numb to the fact that I was surfing along life with no prospects of doing anything, I get that I was young but if I didn't change soon, would I ever? Would I end up being the same waste of space, 20 years from now?
There was a specific point in time in which I was given a reason to exist.
It was Harry's 18th birthday and a certain 70 or so people, including me had been invited for a house party at Daddy's Pad. It was hot as hell in there and I was feeling out of my depth, I'm not so introverted that I have no social ability whatsoever, a benefit from being friends with someone who was so socially inclined was that it allowed me to become relatively social myself. Regardless of that, there's only so many conversations that I can have before my social battery runs low and I start getting bummed out. Once I had bummed out, I decided that I needed to get some fresh air and a change of scenery. Maybe I'll find a love interest or something.
Standing against the wall beside the backdoor, facing the garden, It was the coming moment that I considered not to be the point in which I found my soulmate, but the point in which I was given the opportunity to take my life back.
I overheard some rustling behind the shed in the back
"Get off me" It sounded like a girl.
"Come on Holly, don't you love me? We've been dating for 3 months now and not once have you given out for me yet."
What a douchebag I feel like I should help her, but what if I'm getting the wrong idea and I get beaten up or something or what if I end up getting called a creep?
Maybe I should just mind my own business–
YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING BUT FEEL TOO WEAK AM I RIGHT?
My head was spinning; I tried my best to keep the throbbing agony coursing through my body from escaping out of my mouth, but I definitely failed to stop a couple grunts from audibly releasing themselves.
YOU'RE SICK OF IT AREN'T YOU? BEING USELESS, COASTING ALONG LIFE WATCHING OTHERS USE EACH OTHER
AS WELL AS USING OTHERS YOURSELF, RIGHT?
As much as I hated what the voice was saying to me, and as much as I wanted to deny the words it spoke, the fact that they cut so deep testified to the validity of its description of my character.
DON'T YOU WANT TO CHANGE THAT?
Yes.
WHAT IF YOU COULD HAVE THE POWER TO STOP HIM, OTHERS AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, YOURSELF...
WOULD YOU TAKE IT?
In a heartbeat.
THEN TAKE THIS POWER.
TAKE IT AS YOUR OWN.
USE IT AS YOU SEE FIT.
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE.
My head stopped spinning and suddenly everything made sense; I knew exactly what I needed to do.
"Hey Dickhead. I can hear you two over there. She doesn't want your little meat monster."
The douchebag burst straight around the corner huffing and puffing as he bounced up and down in anger. He marched towards me, I felt nothing, no fear, no anger, just a clear mind and the one purpose of kicking the shit out of this dickhead.
He grabbed my collar and pushed me into the wall.
"Who do you think you're talking to like that!? You think you're some superhero, eh? Piss off and leave me and my girl to our own business."
He was a very little man who, by the looks of it, used steroids to make up for his height in width. He was trying to be intimidating but I could tell by his eyes he wasn't going to do anything.
I however, wanted to send him a message...
Thud, he stepped back hunched over, grabbing his stomach tightly. He was winded. The reason for this reaction was the four knuckles I sent straight into his gut.
Apparently, that wasn't the end unfortunately as he was prepping himself for a strike.
"You Bastard! Mind your own business!" He charged towards me fist gearing up for a hook aimed straight at my jaw.
Yet weirdly, he was moving very slowly. Come to think of it, everything else was also moving very, very, slowly. It made it very easy to grab his approaching fist, pull him towards me and trip him on to the floor.
Thats it...
With this power I can stop becoming a bystander in my own life.
I'm free.
The ocean of black started to fade. I came back to my senses and lifted myself up out of my slumber.
I can't let them destroy my world...
My fists clenched tight.
I can't let them kill everyone...
I looked straight up at the armada, still there, waiting to see if I was truly dead.
I won't...
I WON'T LET THEM DESTROY MY WORLD.