I’m Someone Else

Chloe made a trip to the nearest grocery shop and came back with some meat and vegetables. She prepared a delicious meal for Thomas right in the house she was renting.

“The food’s ready, Thomas. Give it a taste and see if you like my cooking.”

Thomas nodded. He was starving after everything that happened today.

Chloe was a pretty good cook. The food she made was excellent, and Thomas dug in heartily, but as he ate, he began to realize that she was only filling up his plate while she stuck with a few bites of mashed potatoes.

“Why aren’t you eating more, Chloe?”

“Oh! I’m on a diet, Thomas. You don’t need to worry about me. Have some more.”

“A diet?”

Thomas found it strange. It was the first time he had heard of someone going on a diet by eating mashed potatoes.

After the meal, he saw Chloe taking out several food containers and storing the leftovers in them. It was then that he realized what was going on. She wasn’t on a diet at all. The food was too precious to her. She wanted to bring it to her sickly father instead.

Thomas felt his heart twisting up.

He watched as Chloe walked off into the kitchen before closing his eyes. Those frail, slender shoulders of hers bore the weight of a burden far too heavy for her. A person her age shouldn’t be shouldering such heavy responsibilities.

He heaved out a heavy sigh.

He then opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and glanced around the room. It was small. All it could fit was a bed. The thing that caught his attention the most was the little slivers of blue skies that peeked through the ceiling.

He was overwhelmed with bitterness and regret, and he couldn’t help but clench his fists. Was this the home of a hero?

nothing but four

could this be the home of a hero who served his country

in the army and gave up his life for the

with the choice of choosing between his country and his

was a hero—a bona

died an honorable

right by his brothers in arms, by his nation, and by the

was his little sister. They had been each

look in Zachary’s eyes as he made his

tried-and-true soldier would shed blood, not tears, but on the

A hero.

weighed heavily on Thomas. Those who sacrificed themselves were heroes, and he, who survived,

His eyes were filled with determination. He decided that from now on, he was going to treat Zachary’s sister as his own and not

Huff!

took a few deep breaths to calm down. After glancing around

of helplessness as he felt about

gloomily and started smoking a cigarette as he tried

to be a poor, disabled man. True enough, that chick was so soft-hearted and sympathetic that she

show that every cloud has a silver lining. Take a look at

“You’re awesome, Walt!”

in the direction where the voices were coming from. He spotted four men who looked like thugs, and they were dragging an unconscious young woman

that was particularly noticeable in the darkness of night. The bandages kept his hands in place, and from a

he look so

realized that the man was Walt Fisher, the guy whose wrists

a sly grin on his face. “Guys, this chick is the bomb! Look at those breasts! And those long legs of hers. Tsk, tsk, I can’t hold

“That’s right. I feel like I’m burning up inside. Hey, let’s not wait until we get

first and carry on later when we get to