Disposable Heroes
Why…is the only question I find myself asking, why?
Why do we fight, why do we continue on, does it all have a meaning in the end or does it all just go to waste.
I know I am fighting for a cause, to help kids everywhere, but the people where fighting were kids also, I guess I do a good job hiding my feelings for them, we aren't supposed to show feelings to the enemy.
Sometimes I guess I feel just like a puppet, a puppet in the military just like adults.
Why…why do we fight, are we not human, are adults and teenagers aliens…why must we hate our own kind.
I never grew up like normal kids…this organization was my entire life, molding myself to the perfect solder, stripped of weakness and pity mercy for the enemy.
But meaning is their too it, in the end it all means nothing, when your thirteen all your work, determination, blood sweat and tears…your life, gone in a second and automatically labeled a "traitor".
All your friends, memories and precious moments shatter, and then the friends you shared the same team with become your enemies.
I hate being here, but I don't want them to think its treason…when it's really suffering, I feel like I am in hell.
Just then the alarm goes off, meaning a mission has started.
Another mission, another day wasted.
"Numbuh four, come on we have to stop stickybeard from robbing the candy stores!"
I stared at Nigel's face, I always wondered what he hid behind those dark sunglasses, somehow I wondered if he felt the same way I did, I boarded the elevator, as we descended down I saw a tiny tear run down his cheek.
I guess he's more scared of the truth than I am, but we shared the same fear, and I think all of us Kids Next Door feel the same way…so why don't we end the never-ending war?
Is it because we don't want to lose, or is fighting forever burned into our soul?