It was a nice spring day. The air was hot enough that you could go swimming but cool enough where it wasn't unbearably hot. A group of heroes were residing in their flying air craft carrier. These heroes were the city of super hero city's greatest heroes, the super hero squad. we're now going into a certain hero by the name of Humberto Lopez, or Reptil's POV k?
((Reptil's pov))
AUGH! It's so boooooriiiiiiing in here! I huff as I laid on my bed. I looked around my clawed up room, maybe I shouldn't have laid free reign on the walls with velociraptor claws. I run my hands across my chest, over the area where my "Dinosuar fossil" used to be. I sighed, I still am not used to not wearing it or the fact I turn to full dinosaurs. It's a good life with the squad... So why the hell can't I get rid of my depression? I sighed yet again, the squad still doesn't know that I suffer from depression and I cut... It just feels like everyone expects to much from me when I do the things I want to do. Mis padres expects me to get straight A's. The squad expects me to work hard, train hard, and still have fun. Like hell if I'm gonna be able to do those things. I always get scolded like some ****ing little 8 year old. I get up and lock the door... At least I think I do... Whatever... I don't want the squad to find out my secret. I take of my shirt to show dozens of scars and cuts. Some were new some were old. I never draw blood, no that makes me seem like one of those attention seeking emos. I aim to scar and cuss myself out if I draw a single cell of blood from cutting. I pull out an small pocket knife. It isn't very special except for the fact I use it to cut all the time. I sigh and saw the sides of my stomach and along my waist. I near go farther up or down then that. After I finished allowing the knife free reign across the areas I normally cut, then i hear the door swing open. My eyes widen as i turn 90 degrees to look at my Canadian mentor.