What it is to be a Hero
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PROLOGUE
Hero; a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. Hero; a person who, in the face of danger and adversity or from a position of weakness, displays courage, bravery, or self-sacrifice for the greater good. Hero; protecter, defender, lionheart, soldier, warrior, knight.
The very definition of hero is someone courageous and brave, someone willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good; these are the things that I'm not. Where Heroes are courageous, I am cowardly. Where Heroes are brave, I am timid. Where Heroes were strong, I was weak.
I was scared of a lot of things. The dark for example; the vast nothingness that outcasts the naked eye. The fear of unknowing; not knowing what is to happen in the future, to not have knowledge of what the future is to bring. A lot of things frighten me, terrified me to the bone and down to my very core.
I was weak of mind and body; anxiety riddled my bones like cackling witches, depression weighed down my mind like a brick wall that sheathed my mind. Guilt consumed my very being and sadness swallowed me whole. I was frail, fragile, and soft in my strength; I was of average height and underweight, I have no muscle to speak of while my skin was pale from hunger and loss.
Soft spoken while my thoughts were caged like flittering, fluttering butterflies inside my own mind; they wanted nothing more than to spread their wings and fly away from me. I was scared though, scared of the consequences and scared of what others would think; always terrified of the unknown.
I was the very essence of what the opposite of a hero looked like, spoke like, acted like - the list could go on.
I wasn't a hero.
I was a mutant.
By society's standards, I would never be a hero.
Mutation would never equate to heroism, not in this life time and probably not the next.
It was quite laughable I was thinking of all this because how could a poor, blind girl be a Hero?