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We have all seen this my life on tv. My dad was a loving father until my mom died. He then took to the bottle and beat me and my older sister. When I was 8 I failed to complete an assignment because my dad ordered me to do a bunch of chores that did not need doing. That night my dad was furious and he started throwing everything he could reach at me and hitting me. I finally escaped and I ran and ran and ran. Until my legs finally gave out.
I found myself in a dark ally in the pouring rain down by the docks of Lake Michigan. I allowed the rain to wash my tears away and my pain. That night there were some workers unloading for a big company off the books. They were taking some kind of toxic material and dumping it in the lake. One of them lost there gripping with the barrel and it spilled down my ally and it was washed down towards me as I was near the drain.
The man picked up and resealed the barrel with no problem and thought to let the rain wash it away. The Chemical ended up covering my shoes and bottom as I sit in the rain not caring what was going to happen to me. At that moment I felt something, something that felt divine as my hair rose to meet it. I looked up and bam lighting hit me. Then blackness took me.
I was in the hospital in a coma for a weak and every day I heard my dad come in and yell. He was even thrown in jail for endangering me. My sister however spent every dad lovingly by my side. When I got home my dad was furious and he took it out on me and my sister harder then ever because the medical bill I have just racked up.
I started to notice changes in the world around me. I started getting straight A’s cause I was able to remember everything. I found out all my senses have become sharper. Where most people block information and take in what they need I take in all information. I can go back to a day and tell you in detail every moment. When my dad comes to hit me I am now able to see his fist coming and can dodge it. This has made him angrier and angrier. Something was changing in me and I was unable to tell if it was for the better. My sister Megan thought I might be becoming a superhero like MegaHammer. I just told her that heroes don’t come from people like us. She just told me nonsense and said we are the people who need a hero the most and sometimes that only means standing up when your told to sit down.
Epic Log Podcast
This is the Epic Log of my imagination.