Well I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind

I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time

But I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon

I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah

I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon

After all I knew it had to be something to do with you

I really don't mind what happens now and then

As long as you'll be my friend at the end

And if I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?

If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand?

I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might

Kryptonite

You call me strong, you call me weak

But still your secrets I will keep

You took for granted all the times

I never let you down

You stumbled in and bumped your head

If not for me then you'd be dead

I picked you up and put you back on solid ground

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?

If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand?

I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might

Kryptonite

I was leaning against the rail at the front of the ship with Ralph behind me, his arms wrapped securely around my waist, staring out into the ocean with tired, dull eyes. All the life and innocence that had shone through my amber eyes had been replaced with something much darker and cynical. They say that eyes are the window to one's soul, but after the horrors and hell I had witnessed while stranded, I was faintly convinced my soul was back somewhere in the depths of the island, hiding out with the innocence I would never get back.

I'm not particularly sure how long we had been stuck on that island for, but in my time there, I had watched seemingly innocent children resort to complete savagery in what seemed like seconds. The concept of human nature seemed unforgiving, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to trust a human being ever again. The scars, both physical and mental, that now consumed my entire being left me a broken woman. I wasn't the young, naive child that sought the protection of her older brother like I had been the day I boarded that airplane; I was now hardened. Bitter. Cynical. Anxiety ridden. Alone. The list in my head could have gone on for hours.

The only person I trusted in the world was right behind me, his strong arms holding me tight. I never wanted him to let me go. Ever. I knew the island had created a strong bond between Ralph and I that could never be broken for the rest of our lives. We had helped each other survive and overcome so many obstacles that had menacingly stood in our way. I know for a solid fact that without Ralph, my head would have probably ended up an offering on a stick for some kind of beast that may or may not have even existed. I'd be just like Piggy and my brother, Simon, left behind to never exist or be seen again.

I felt my heart sink down into my throat. What was I going to tell my mother when I got home? How could I tell her that neither of us would ever see Simon again? Would she even still be there when I got back? God knows how long we had been missing. Weeks? Months? Years? Had my mother given up and presumed me to have died in the wreckage? It was impossible to tell. My biggest fear, however, was never seeing Ralph again. I knew that I wouldn't be able to go on without him. All my dependency now rested in this fair boy's calloused, torn hands, and I knew being alone after all of this would destroy the one last shard of humanity and sanity that I had left.

My eyes left from its lifeless gaze on the ocean to turn around and focus on the boy I loved. He weakly smiled at me, trying to lighten the mood. We were both broken. Having been beaten by savages, almost to the point of death, it was a miracle that Ralph could still manage to halfway smile at me. I forced a smile back at him, though it wasn't as genuine as his. I was dead inside. Bruises and cuts covered both of our exteriors, and our interiors were hurt just as bad, if not worse. I finally broke the silence.

"What's going to happen to us when this is all over?" I asked with a broken voice that wasn't my own.

Ralph's face was neutral. He was too optimistic to frown, but too beat down to force another smile. "I don't know. There's no way of telling for sure." He leaned forward to kiss my forehead. "But you have to promise me one thing, okay?"

My brow furrowed. "What, Ralph?"

His hand tucked a stray strand of my dark hair behind my ear before gently bringing my chin up to look at him. "You gotta stay strong for me. No matter what happens, I'll come find you. Until then, you have to stay strong, Angel."

His lips met mine with an electrifying jolt as I melted into his grasp. A single tear shed from my eyes as we pulled back to gaze at each other, greedily drinking in the sight of one another. It felt as though something was trying to tear my chest out as I imagined how long I may go without seeing Ralph's loving green eyes, or his kind, friendly face. We embraced each other tightly for the rest of the ride back as we silently contemplated what kind of fate awaited us back home.

Two miserable years had gone by and before I knew it, I had finished high school. My mother, who had been optimistically waiting for me to come back this whole time, had taken the liberty of homeschooling me. When I first settled back into what used to be normal, everyday life, PTSD kicked in and hit my weak being like a ton of bricks. Though I was malnourished, eating was a near impossible task that felt completely foreign to me. Going out into public where people were present, even if it was just down the street, sent me into a manic, fight or flight response that would result in my mother holding my hand and leading me back home like a small child. And sleeping was something that just didn't happen, which was evident in the dark circles under my eyes that dominated my once pretty face. Each night my frail arms reached for where Ralph should have been, but was always mocked by sheer emptiness instead.

Now that I was finished with my basic schooling and every day life was slowly, and I put emphasis on slowly, coming back to normal, I decided perhaps going away for college wouldn't be a terrible idea. It would give me some reason to grow as my own person and get back into society. I decided on the University of London, and began packing my bags and mentally preparing myself to venture out on my own. Was this a mistake? Probably. Was I going to do it anyways? Well... I'd certainly try at least. At this point, I just wanted to be a normal girl again.

Pulling up to the campus, the tall buildings sneered down at me, intimidating me. My mother looked at me from her spot behind the steering wheel and gave me a look of worry and apprehension.

"Are you sure about this, sweetie?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "This isn't the only way to help you grow and succeed. We could find other options for you."

My gaze fixated straight forward as I deeply sighed. I can do this. I can be normal. My inner conscious cheered me on as my stomach began twisting and turning with anxiety.

"I'm sure. I can do this," I responded with fake confidence. I grabbed my bags and wearily stepped out of my mother's car. She retracted from the driver's seat to give me a long, loving hug.

"I'm so proud of you, Angel. You're going to do great things in this world. I love you."

I gave her the best smile I could muster. "I love you too, Mother." I gave her another hug before making the journey up to the student resource building. As I walked up the stairs, my mind was racing a million miles a minute, considering all the uncertainties and possibilities that laid within the other side of that door. Reaching for the handle, I took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

I stumbled awkwardly into the vast lobby and wandered around cluelessly until I found where I needed to be. An elderly woman, who introduced herself as Mrs. Baker, gave me my schedule, room key, and a map of the campus.

"I know as a freshman the campus can seem very large and intimidating," Mrs. Baker said as she wrote down a few notes from behind her desk. "So I've called upon another one of our students to help show you around. He's a sophomore, but he knows his way around campus well. He's very active in our choir program."

My heart sunk as the office door opened and a familiar red headed boy confidently strode in. His icy blue eyes met mine, and the feeling of fear washed over my body like a tidal wave. He gave me a menacing smirk before coming up to greet me.

"Good to see you again, love."