The Reborn Hero Will Live For Herself

From a young age we have always been taught about hero's and villains, good and evil, darkness and light, but there are two sides to every coin just as there are two sides to every story. What if the so called 'villain' isn't what he seems to be? You have to look at the situation from all angles. Maybe the 'villain' is just misunderstood. Maybe he has his reasons. Maybe he was wrongfully accused of crimes he never committed?

It all depends on your perspective.

When I was a child I didn't understand this.

It wasn't until I became the 'villain' that I finally saw what I should have years ago.

Everyone knows that history is written by those that won. 'Good' doesn't always win. The winner always makes it look like they were innocent and the loser was in the wrong.

I used to be the hero. I used to be the idol, the saint, the leader. I stood on the side of the people. I stood on the side of good, but no one remembers. The people have forgotten everything I have sacrificed for them. The very people that used to look up to me -that used to love me- now look at me in fear. They see me as a monster. All because 'she' appeared. 'She' ruined me! 'She' made me the bad guy just so she could play hero.

I didn't hate her. Even when she took everything from me I still believed she was my friend. It was naïve of me to believe she truly cared about me. She used me and I let her. All in the name of friendship. I gave her what she has. It's only natural that I could take it away, but I didn't. Not until she disfigured me. Up until the moment she splashed acid on my face I still believed that she was kind.

She made it obvious that she hated me but I was in denial. I was truly foolish for believing in her. Only now as I lay here, with a knife in my chest do I know just how much she hates me. I treated her like a sister but she never thought of me that way.

I think from the moment I saved her she has always disliked me. I was beautiful. I was loved. By the time I found her she was already ruined. I was everything she wanted to be.

I was strong!

Behind that brave girl everyone saw, was someone who had been through hell. Someone with scars on her heart. I was hurting and I wanted someone to see me as I was. I guess it was naïve of me to believe she would understand.

It was in no way easy for me to become the hero everyone wanted me to be. I fought for others when all I wanted was to sleep. I put myself in harm's way to protect those who couldn't save themselves.

Despite everything this one girl turned me into the enemy.

All I ever wanted was to be loved! Why couldn't I even have that?

I never did anything wrong!

I should have just watched them die like everyone else

I guess now it's too late for regrets.

If there's a next life I want to live for myself.

No more sacrifices.

No more pain.

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My eyes snap open and I immediately sit up.

Looking around at the familiar room I can't help but feel shocked.

This is my childhood bedroom.

Wasn't this place destroyed years ago?

I look down at my hands only to see smooth skin devoid of the many scars I'm used to.

I hurriedly climb out of bed and run to the bathroom, tripping over my own feet in the process.

Seeing the beautiful face in the mirror I collaps to the floor with tears streaming down my face.

I'm back!

This is 10 years ago!

This is before the disaster!