I am strong for a reason

I am strong for a reason. I've always known that to be true.


I never really fit in with those girls who everyone likes. I mean, they'd talk to me and stuff. But I was never invited to those inner-circle parties. I used to really envy those girls who had such easy lives, but I could never feel for them. Every time they rejected me because I didn't cry when their boyfriend of half an hour dumped them, I became stronger. Every time dealt with them talking about me, I became stronger. But that's fairly superficial. How about, every time I was the one to rock my siblings to sleep after my parents had a fight, I became stronger. There were several times that I became stronger very fast, but I don't need to talk about that here. The point is, now it all has a reason.


When I'm dealing with more than any normal human should ever have to deal with, when I'm the one to head into a battle first, when I go through hell, I am strong.


It's really not the same as I used to think, though. I used to think I needed to be strong because I needed to get into a good college, since I can't depend on anyone else. Well, maybe one day, when the war is over, we'll be such heroes that any college will accept us on full scholarship for saving the world.


When the war is over.

You know what gets me, though? You want to know what scares me when I try to sleep at night? I am scared that that is what will happen—we'll tell everyone about the war, and then we'll be heroes. They'll put us up on a pedestal. And pedestals aren't that roomy.

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Please read the other ones, too! There's Tobias's, Cassie's, and Marco's. Thank you!!