Suffering
Lloyd was just like his friends. He had his powers, he had fun, just like any other person. He hung out with his friends, defeated the bad guys. He was strong, fearless. Well, that's what they say anyway.
You'll get over it, the ninja had said. You'll forget about it, they had said.
But even so, Lloyd hadn't gotten over it.
He'd never forget how Morro would mock him. How he'd taunt him and mess with his mind. He had forgotten how to live his normal life, what his favorite food was. He even almost forgot the ninja. Morro would tell him that he was worthless, that he was never destined to be the green ninja, that he was suppose to be the green ninja. He'd tell Lloyd that no one would care about him, that he was just a pathetic waste of space. He even told him that... That Kai shouldn't have saved him.
"Saved me from what?" Lloyd had asked weakly, out of breath from trying to break out of his cage.
Morro had rolled his eyes. "You idiot! When you were little and he chose to save you instead of that Fangblade!" He had shouted.
Lloyd remembered. He remembered when Kai was looking from him to the blade, which was about to slide in from the lava. They were trapped in a volcano that was about to erupt, and Lloyd remembered staring helplessly at Kai, stuck on a stone. He was younger at that time, much younger, with childish attitudes. He had remembered when Kai had jumped on to the stone and grabbed him, holding on tightly.
"What about the Fangblade?" Lloyd had shouted, looking at the blade, which was almost completely in.
Kai had been looking around. "Forget it!" He had said.
He remembered when a ball of fire went around him, how Kai was closing his eyes, and how they flew out of the volcano, together.
Together.
A word that he hadn't heard in a long time.
Lloyd hadn't remembered how good it felt when Morro was gone, how the wind had cooled him off, and most importantly...
He hadn't remembered what his friends had looked like.
He had forgotten about Jay's ginger hair and how he made him laugh.
He had forgotten about Cole's obsession with cake.
He had forgotten about Zane, his nindroid friend.
He had forgotten about Nya and her excellent sense for adventure.
And he had forgotten about Kai.
Kai.
The one who wouldn't give up on saving him.
The one who risked his own life to save him from drowning.
Lloyd sat up on his bed, groaning and holding his head.
After all of the events, he's forgetting about his dad.
His dad.
The one who's sacrificed his own life for Ninjago.
How could he forget him?
Morro was gone now, he was gone. Lloyd's body wasn't possessed anymore, and he can feel everything again. He could see his friends' faces clearly, without Morro having to interrupt everything.
Damnit, Lloyd was thinking.
His dad. His dad was... Gone. He was gone, he wasn't here anymore.
Lloyd could still here his faint laughter in his head, how it felt when he had hugged him when he had defeated the overlord.
"Every ounce of evil and venom is... Gone." His mom had said, hugging his dad.
"But I am not." Garmadon had said, hugging his family.
Lloyd walked over to the kitchen at midnight.
I shouldn't do this. He was thinking. Who cares. Not like anyone would care about me.
His mind had flashed back from Morro saying that to him. He shook it off, grabbing a small knife.
He heard a set of footsteps coming.
"Shit." He whispered, running to his room quietly.
It was Kai.
Now he definently shouldn't be doing this.
How could he betray Kai?
Pfft, it's not like he would care.
He heard Kai grab a glass of water and walk away to his room, which was the room right next to him. He waited until his door was closed.
Lloyd sat down in his bed with the door closed, gripping the knife's handle tightly.
Why am I doing this? He asked himself. He slowly put the knife on his arm.
It felt cool, something he hadn't felt in a while. He almost forgot how hard the handle was.
He slowly put it in deeper, feeling pressure. He bit his lip and closed his eyes.
Smart move, moron.
He had almost thought that it was Morro. He opened his eyes and looked at his arm. It wasn't bleeding yet. It wasn't deep enough.
Slowly, he put it on his skin again, pushing deeper and wincing. He felt a rip on his arm and put the knife down.
It was bleeding.
Of course it's bleeding. What else would've happened if I cut myself?
He wiped off the blood. It wasn't then until he noticed that he cut deep. Like, super deep. So the cut was thin. So what? That didn't stop him from cutting deep.
So it hurt. So what? What better thing can he do?
Fuck, crap
He hid the knife under his pillow.
He dreamt about Morro.
He dreamt of how he had taunted him, how he mocked him. He dreamt of how he put him in the cage, just shoved him in there. All of his dreams were with Morro. It was like he could still feel him.
Lloyd almost felt... Bad.
Morro was kind of like Kai. Kai wanted to be the green ninja. Morro did too. But Kai didn't... He didn't...
Lloyd had woken up to the sound of his alarm. Was he thinking that long?
Fuck.