To Surpass You 2

I was resting my head on something soft. My breathing was heavy and my mouth was watering. I looked up and my vision was ablur. My nose was runny and I was sobbing. I rubbed my eyes and realized I was crying. My vision clears a bit and I saw a woman lying there on the bed I was resting my head on. Up to her waist, she was covered in a blanket. A single loud long monotone beep on the other side of the bed. There was a monitor and it showed a straight line. That means this person's heart is no longer beating. In other words, she's dead.

I then gripped her arm tight and started crying even louder. Who was she? Why was I crying so much? I barely saw her face. But she had wavy black hair.

I blinked then I was on a bed. A bunk bed. I was just woken up by someone. She said something about being fostered. Adopted? I then followed her out of the bedroom, passing multiple bunk beds with a kid on each. Some were empty but most of them were filled. What time was it? It was dark and all the kids were asleep. Maybe night?

I didn't know what was happening. But then I met the woman. The one I was crying over. She had a sweet smile. Pretty eyes and atheltic figure. She lends me a hand to grab. I grabbed it and walked next to her. I was maybe as tall as her waist. I know I'm not short. So maybe this is me as a kid?

So, I was a kid at her waist height, and she adopted me. Am I getting this right?

Then I got in her car and she drove me to her house. I was right, it was night. Maybe it was obvious. But do people adopt at night?

Then she brought my stuff—I wasn't carrying a lot—to my room that she had prepared beforehand. She told me to wait at the dining table. So I just sat there. Waiting for her. She came soon enough and she served me food. We ate together. She asked me a lot of questions while we were eating. I'd answer them gleefully. Though everything was muffled. I can't hear what she asked or what I answered. But I can tell we were having fun.

Then after that, she brought me to my room and tucked me in bed. Her smile would've been enough to melt someone's heart to ash. If it could.

Then she brought me to school a few weeks later. Elementary. I had friends. I studied hard. I was... Happy. I was enjoying school and spending time with her. It all came back in a flash. Like a flipbook with a hundred images flipped in one tenth of a second. Then it all stopped when it was my first day as a third year in junior high. The day my powers awakened. I remembered being happy and was so eager to show her. I think I've always wanted to be a speedster. That's why I was a sprinter in the first and second year of junior high. I ran back home. Ecstatic. In a state of euphoria. I showed her what I could do and she was scared at first. But she was still happy for me. Why was she scared?

She helped me train as a sorcerer even though she was just a normal person. After I found out about a famous sorcerer named Hinora Kai, I wanted to be better than he was as a speedster. She supported me to the fullest.

One day, two months after training. She collapsed. I didn't know why. I called an ambulance and they took her to the hospital. I stayed over for, I think, over twelve hours. Then a doctor said that she doesn't have much time left. So, I went in and started crying. Like the first thing I remembered.

She was my foster mother. Just a mother to me. Then I continued training. But I kept getting distracted by her death. So I thought of to no longer care about it. Then I stopped caring about anything. Without me realizing, I couldn't smile anymore. I couldn't cry. I couldn't rage. I was emotionless. Apathetic. I had no recollection of my past other than my desire to beat Kai one day.

I then woke up on the grass floor. Back to the field. I realized I was crying. Kai leveled to me.

"Do you remember now?"

I nodded.

"We'll train again tomorrow. Now, get some rest."

"Okay."