Why do people live? I've been wondering all my life ever since reaching the age I could think I have pondered this notion as I move through life without a dream, a purpose, and a need to do anything.
This year I just turned 18, and I don't even know what to feel ever since I started school, by just moving past days, living in a colorless world over the years my eyes have changed to get a more or less droopy-like appearance making the atmosphere I exert very relaxed.
I've been called a slacker by my parents, but I didn't even care at all. I don't have anything against them.
I just got tired of pretending that I love them; after I reached 16, I stopped pretending to be normal. I got tired of all that. I stopped talking to my friends and even broke my relationship with my 'girlfriend'.
I still remembered the day I came back home from hanging out with my so-called friends. The moment I looked into the mirror to see my exhausted eyes. In the present day, I'm busy at home binging movies since the quarantine started, in; three, two, one, collapsed in a coughing fit, and just like that R.I.P.
/loud music/
/loud music/
"Ah my head" clutching my head part from the massive noise going on around me and the other part, the massive headache I got going on it reminded me of the time I got invited to a secret drinking party due to the thing I hated the most peer pressure, I drank three glasses of beer in my oh so divine wisdom.
"Wait, why am I hearing music my apartment has soundproofing", I said after thinking a little. Finally looking around I find I am in an alley. Worse of all I'm literally sleeping near a puddle looking at my face "fu...ahh" screaming as my head starts aching even more. As I look at my face or the one I was seeing I even tried to pinch myself to wake u but the recently gained memories proved that wrong.
According to what I could gather the owner of the face that I'm seeing currently belongs to a Ban, no last name who was found floating in a nearby river.
Miraculously surviving after being found got send to an orphanage, and typically moved through numerous orphanages for various reasons and ran from a recent one ending up in Gotham
'Wait what Gotham isn't that a fictional city ah let me process this after one nap'.
AN:there is a clue in here to how mc got his powers can you guess?
It rhymes with liver
I will try to post three chapters a week
and thank you for reading and please comment I can also use some ideas and once again thanks for reading