Keeping Hope
A/N: I needed to…I just had to write this. It felt like an antidote to poison. I hope it's as good as I so desperately want it to be.
You know what I did when we officially formed the Storm Hawks? I went to my room and I cried.
I wept huge Wallopian tears; that are famous for being huge Wallopian tears. I bit my pillow until it tore. I tried to hide myself under my blanket. Oh, why did I agree to this? Why?
I was a failure. I was a disappointment to my family. I was a weak Wallop. A stupid Wallop. A pathetic Wallop. I would be useless.
Why did I agree?
Why?
I guess a part of me thought I could do better. A part of me wanted to taste greatness. And somewhere inside me, I wanted to help. But I was so scared. Looking around my alien room then, I remember shivering. I remember bawling some more. I remember thinking, I'm going to get them killed. I'm going to get them killed. This…This…'Condor' wasn't my home…I lived somewhere else. Somewhere cruel. I didn't belong with good people. I didn't belong with kind people. I didn't belong. I never belonged. Anywhere.
Their smiles stabbed. I bled. Because I was certain I'd let them down someday.
And now Cyclonia falls.
I'm crying once more. But only because I know better. Because I know what I'm capable of. And I'm not a disappointment. Not yet. Not never. Hopefully.