Oh, Lord…

Uh…

I was silent, I twitched my head around and saw the sea levels drop drastically and squeeze through the fabrics of the ground. There I was, sitting in an uncomfortable position with my legs lifted over my shoulders like my spine broke and led to this moment. I spat out water that unexpectedly had a fish flapping around, desperately finding a source of water before taking its last breath and passing out into the realms of death. My whole body was in pain, it was a struggle and a strength of manpower to drag myself up onto my feet to grab my lost balance. Unintentionally, I shrugged my shirt just to notice I was only shrugging drips of water other than dampened dirt patterns. Sighing at another mistake, I wandered back to my campsite, realising I was lost.

Lovely…

Minutes went into hours, the day became night, the warmth of the wind rippled into a bittering gash of cold bites - freezing me as I continued to search my way back to the campsite. I went to lean on a tree but my fear of causing another tsunami denied me into just walking off this discomfort. The only thought that came to my paralysed brain was to think if I whistled, it might distract me from the cold and the overwhelming stress of guilt. So, I whistled all the tunes I learnt, Jingle Bells to Halloween, a reversed season. Nah, it didn't heal me at all, I was hugging myself as my lips shivered and vibrated inaudible noises that I thought I could never make before and blared it loudly. At least I dried up from previously being soaked, I didn't have to come up with an excuse then.

At last, I found my campsite. It was about to turn into morning and I trampled over to the bathroom area, it was in a secure area where a person would, at least, feel comfortable enough to shower themselves. I was tired, my eyes dragged along the walk but I eventually got to the area and walked into the Men's section. The bathroom was divided by two walls that were tall enough to stop onlookers and had a wall protecting nudity. I pressed a button that had a short duration of being sucked into the wall but stuck back out when hot water rained down my dirty skin.

As I was arriving back to my tent, a swarm of paranoid crowds of students tip-toed near the shaken tables with some parts falling off as they waited for hot breakfast to be handed on their seats. Without shame, I walked past the crowd in a towel and spotted Lia and George sitting together. Cool, I can change and I did, inside the tent, not in the public. Opening the curtain to my tent, I sat in the middle of Lia and George and stared down my cooked breakfast. Not even the food woke me up, let alone the shower, which always had a 100% successful rate of waking me up. I was hungry though, so I ate away.

"You don't look healthy at all," George said emphatically.

"Are you alright?" Lia asked afterwards, having enough courage, that was ripped away from her after she started being shy around me, to pat me on my shoulders.

"Thanks for having clear eyes," I signed with approval.

"Where were you all night, anyway?" Lia asked again.

"Sleeping," I signed, it was the only thing that came to mind.

"The bags under your eyes don't go well with your statement, idiot." Lia frowned at me.

"Were you up all night again staring at the stars?" George came to a stop.

"Maybe,"

"You stare at stars?"

"Yes."

"Since when? I never knew that."

"Since before I was his friend. He enjoys the dark more than the day and weirdly loves the cold as well."

"Nothing wrong with the dark, it's peaceful."

"Bullshit, Althea, bullshit."

And on they went. Arguing if the night was better than the day. I prefer the night more but I'm afraid my opinion might hurt a few weirdos. Okay, I will say it. Yes, I am reacting weirdly after finding out I have a dangerous power just ready to be used anytime. I don't know how to react to that shit. I'm not going to start dressing myself up in tight pyjamas and save this campsite from the villain, me, by the way. Honestly, how would someone react to this situation without going mental? I'm trying to stay away from that. Occasionally, as days went by, I did try and interact with this monster hiding behind my personality to get a better read of my powers by lucid dreaming - but it never appears and never replies, I was always in a dark, empty room. I've become so paranoid that I touched everything lightly, fearing the worst outcomes of this super-strength.

The only times I used this power was seeing how much I can lift and carry before getting tired out. I seem to be stronger than Superman, I think, it's not corrected yet. I'm trying to fly, I'm using Superman's gesture, Shazam's gesture. All of the gestures that enable flight but it all becomes an appearance of embarrassment. I tried connecting myself to the Speed Force, you know, I even copied phrases of X-Men to test my powers. Oh, and I also grabbed goggles from the hospital room and placed them on my head to then pull them over my eyes to enter Quicksilver's Time Dilation, which didn't help either. Damn, I just remembered something.

"George, punch me as hard as you can," I approached George unexpectedly. The sandwich he was casually eating dropped onto his lap as he was baffled by what I signed to him.

"Sorry, what? Repeat that, please, I may have misheard." George responded with confusion.

"Can you hit me, as hard as you possibly can? I want to test something."

"What? No, are you simple?"

"Just hit me, for fucks sake."

"I'm not going to do that-"

"Hit me, you fat little nerdy bitch."

"God, fine." George fell under pressure as he stood up to face me with his fist. "Alright, bastard, here I come." George moaned, loading his fist back and throwing it at me with a hint of annoyance.

Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow- Wait! WAIT!

Whack!

Thump!

"You okay? Why did you request something so stupid?" George asked above me as my eyes were blurry and were adjusting to what happened after I was knocked out by one single punch. I rubbed my nose as it was sore and stumbled back onto balance to be saved by George as I was beginning to fall onto the ground again. I shook my head in concern as I glanced behind me to see a messy pit of food. George looked at me and sighed before biting on his sandwich he grabbed after pulling me up from laying on my back.

"Strong," I found a struggle to sign a simple word.

"Well. Despite my appearance, I used to box." George sighed in disappointment.

"Nice joke,"

"Want me to punch you again, cunt?"

"No, you're good…"