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?

was nothing but four

of a hero who served his

was a soldier! He served eight years in the army and gave

his country and his family,

a hero—a bona fide

an honorable

arms, by his nation,

only person he didn’t do right by was his little sister. They

made his dying request. “Thomas, take care… of my little sister

would shed blood, not tears, but on the day when Zachary died, Thomas wept.

A hero.

on Thomas. Those who sacrificed themselves were

to treat Zachary’s sister as his own and not let anyone hurt her or humiliate her. He was going to change the Hahns’ living situation! He wanted to ensure that they lacked for

Huff!

few deep breaths to calm down. After glancing around the room again, he decided to rent a

of helplessness as he felt about his pockets. Even the best of men were bested by

squatted down by the street gloomily and started smoking a

Walt! Look at you pretending to be a poor, disabled man. True enough, that chick

a look at this chick. See how

“You’re awesome, Walt!”

men who looked like thugs, and

the lead had a peculiar get-up. Both of his wrists were wrapped up in thick layers of white bandage that was

does he

Thomas realized that the man was Walt Fisher, the guy whose wrists he had broken

thugs had a sly grin on his face. “Guys, this chick is the bomb! Look at those breasts! And those long legs of hers. Tsk, tsk,

wait until we get

off some steam first