I Got A Story To Tell Volume 2, Part Four: The Damned.

Shitty mornings...

Waking up after partying like crazy with the squad is not something Heroes should do, I know.

But like I care about what you think.

I'm a feminist and a woman who loves to protect what for too long wasn't.

For example, wearing bras is hurtful, you know.

...

If you don't get me.

You are just an ignorant of the real world too stuck-up in this own world.

Don't take it to heart.

I mean good.

And, ain't my fault if you have failed at realizing that our world is meeting it's end soon.

But.

I still feel like someone is missing out.

Mother.

She, who taught me how to protect myself.

She, who taught me everything.

She, who loved me more than I loved her.

She didn't die for nothing.

She left behind a legacy, for I to live up to.

She gave me the keys to unlock my potential for a righteous path.

And I already deceived her once by letting men take the control of my life.

This time, whether it is right and not right, I will protect people who don't need protection.

And I will do so, Alone.

As it is my salvation to save everyone.

I will make my mother proud this time.

So proud, she'll cry right where she is, which heaven.

I'm sixteen and I look like one. Fresh over and over again.

....Ohh!

Yesh.

There's them.

Recently, I met weird dudes.

Like, really weird dudes.

A boy who talks like an adult and acts like an old pa.

A widow who can get pregnant.

An alien who I think is Thanos' son.

So, I really mean that I met weird dudes.

But I kinda trust them.

They seem reliable.

Somehow, I want them to be my friends.

But how do I do to make them become my friends?