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I Don't Need A Superhero [1] by katiejuby, literature

Literature

I Don't Need A Superhero [1]

South Park, Colorado- early September. Autumn leaves are strewn on the ground, fallen from now frozen trees. All of the houses are still. The wind and the occasional straggling hobo are the only things breaking the silence of the night. Walk along the street and you will think the houses are peaceful, quiet. The serenity of their appearance covers any suspicions of the persons inside. The night is replaced as the sky brightens to a dark dawn, the sun not even having yet woken from its slumber beyond the mountains. If you walk along the frozen pavement, you will pass a house that is like all the others in the neighbourhood; A white house with

I Don't Need A Superhero [2] by katiejuby, literature

Literature

I Don't Need A Superhero [2]

Home turns out to be with a solemn faced social worker who takes the two teenagers with her to a small car. They leave through the back entrance, avoiding the lights of waiting cameras and hungry paparazzi eager to hear more of a tale of horror, love lost, and murder. She talks to them on the drive and asks them of their family. Craig is the one who answers. Ruby is too busy watching the passing trees as they leave their old home and begin driving to the outskirts of town. She is watching the passing lights with empty eyes, Craig only momentarily looking before turning away. The house they reach is one Craig knows oh so very well. He feels a

I Don't Need A Superhero [3] by katiejuby, literature

Literature

I Don't Need A Superhero [3]

It is the weeks after that that seem like drawn-out months. A broken brother and a broken sister hold hands in a rare show of public affection as they walk to school. They both smoke cigarettes, letting the nicotine and smoke burn their throats, a welcome warmth in the frosty air.. They barely say a word, and when they do it is about things they find safe. They are talking of what his grandmother is planning to make for dinner when they reach the front of the middle school. Ruby hesitates before letting go of his hand and walking up the concrete steps with wavering confidence. A girl with dirty blond hair that appears brown meets her with a s

I Don't Need A Superhero [4] by katiejuby, literature

Literature

I Don't Need A Superhero [4]

Later on, Craig learns his assumption to be true. He is walking out of the school building through a side exit via the theatre when he is ambushed by a guy from behind. He turns to strike only to be hit on his back. He falls forward, hands outstretched to catch the asphalt. The small pebbles scrape off the skin of his palms, but his pain is blinded by his pride which tells him he is not a coward. He coughs once, wiping blood from his mouth and gives his attackers the middle finger as he stares at the blood soaking his black gloves. Maybe it would have been wiser for Craig to save his favourite finger for when he got to his feet, but Craig ha

I Don't Need A Superhero [5] by katiejuby, literature

Literature

I Don't Need A Superhero [5]

They arrive at their grandmother's house. Their new home that has become a haven from the taunts, their worries and constant unease. She always welcomes them with homey warmth. That night after hours of not thinking about it, Craig feels that familiar pain creep into him. He is able to force the thoughts away when he is moving and doing other things, but right now he finds himself unable to force them away any longer. He does not wish to, but he feels the tears before he can stop them. He struggles to push the pain down before they overflow and break the surface of his eyes. Only one tear manages to escape before he falls into a restless slu

I Don't Need A Superhero [6] by katiejuby, literature

Literature

I Don't Need A Superhero [6]

Craig is running. He runs off the path and finds a place to hide within a small cave. The feelings are pressing in with memories that do not ever quite ever go away. They are the same memories that eat away his indifference at night; the same memories that are causing him to feel like this. They're memories of hands around his throat, in his face, everywhere. The memories that remind him that it (he) will be punished if he feels something like this. He registers vaguely the fast pacing of his heart as he clasps his hands over his ears to deafen the sudden voice that just won't shut up in his head. A gruff voice whispering vulgarities and curs

I Don't Need A Superhero [7] by katiejuby, literature

Literature

I Don't Need A Superhero [7]

Kenny thought about it all week, coming to a conclusion similar to his first, but now he had built details on it. The only problem is that each new discovery led to a new question. He drums his fingers on the desk in front of him causing Kyle, his old friend and tutor, to look up. "Kenny...," Kyle says rubbing reddish orange curls from his eyes. He gathers the other's attention and slides a book in front of him. "You have to pass with at least a seventy in all your classes, dude. This is no time to be zoning out." He does not say the words unkindly, but in a voice that resembles more of a firm parent wanting him to succeed. "Didn't you say so