the second hero

"Game over"

The words came on the screen once again. I have been staying awake for 2 days straight now.

"Aah my life is over"

I had failed to get into college and all my friends had moved away for it, not that I had many in the first place.

I looked at the time. It was time for work again, I didn't want to go to work. Not because I was feeling lazy although that was a part of it.After finishing high school I had the bright idea of confessing to a coworker and I got rejected badly.

"No fucking way" Was her reply to my confession. As that had not been bad enough, it quickly became a gossip at work and now it was hell working there.

I decided to swallow these thoughts and to go to work.

Walking to my job I wanted all of it to end, this suffering, pain and my life with it.

As moving through my neighborhood. I heard a lot of noise coming.

I decided to check out the commotion.it was a house that was caught on fire.

"There are still kids inside"

"Really I hope the firefighters come quick"

I heard these words from the crowd. For some reason I decided to start running towards the house.

The door was covered in flames but I was able to cross it

What the fuck am I doing?Am I trying to become a hero?

The kid was in the hallway.

"Quick take my hand."

The door was going to collapse but I was able to push the kid outside.

"Hell yeah" I cheered as I crossed the door.

'Bham' the doorway collapsed.

I was too slow to cross it and it collapsed right on me