Thanks for this! I was definitely struggling with the style here, so your critique is much appreciated.

This is adorable. Good job :)

It had really crept up on me. The numbness had come over me like a tide, slow moving and rather undetectable until it starts to whisk your things away from the beach. I hadn’t thought much of it when I stopped brushing my teeth, when the water brushed my toes. I barely even noticed when I started skipping breakfast, when my beach towel got wet. When I stopped reading, a daily habit of mine, I knew something was wrong, when I saw my things drifting off into the water. I was simply too drained to enjoy my favorite pastime. I was too drained to stop the waves as they carried me away from my life’s work. My hero work. That was all I had cared about, bettering the lives of the people around me. But now, I barely cared at all. I floated around my apartment like a ghost, plagued by apathy. I added a cereal bowl to the growing stack of dishes in the sink. I hadn’t gotten to the store lately, so my Frosted Flakes had remained dry on my reused spoon.

I had just sat down on the couch and swaddled myself in a pink blanket that really needed to be washed. The door bell rung and I strongly considered not answering it. I wasn’t expecting any deliveries and I most certainly did not feel like dealing with a salesman right now. I had almost made up my mind, pulling up The Bachelor on demand when I had to reconsider as the person at the door began being rather persistent. Several knocks rattled through the door way as I made my way to the door. Great, just what I needed. A broken door. I briefly considered looking through the hole before opening the door, only to decide that it wasn’t necessary. What’s the worst that could happen? Some serial killer comes to murder me? I laughed at the thought.

I was met by a man with shaggy black hair, who sheepishly pulled his raised hand from the door, clearly poised for another knock.

“Whatever you’re selling I don’t want it.” I turned to slam the door in the man’s face, only to be spun back around by a strong hand on my shoulder. The guy seemed to take in my appearance then, my rats nest of a head and my stained clothes. What? They were comfy! I mustered up my most annoyed look and waited for him to speak.

“Annex?” He asked questionably.

“Yes?” I answered, annoyed, before I realized what I had just done. Annex was my hero persona. I had just confirmed my secret identity to this random guy. Great. Just great.

“I don’t mean to scare you but, I wasn’t sure if you were ok? I mean you haven’t been around to fight recently and…” He cut off his ramble and scratched the back of his neck as I gaped at him.

Maze?! Maze, my nemesis, was standing in the doorway to my apartment. And he knew who I was. Where I lived. And more importantly, this supervillain was socially awkward. Guess that makes two of us.

I didn’t muster up an answer, and it seemed I didn’t need to by the way Maze’s eyes were fixed behind me into my apartment. Probably noticing my collection of pizza boxes. I couldn’t bring myself to be embarrassed though, and strangely found tears coming to my eyes instead.

My body leaned forward, and he seemed to understand by the way his eyes flickered and his arms accepted me into a hug.

“I’m just so tired,” I sobbed, probably transferring my tears and grime onto his clean shirt. “I know,” he mumbled, hesitantly rubbing circles into my back. Slowly he led us inside and we sat down on my couch. It didn’t occur to me that confiding in my nemesis might be a bad idea. He’d never hurt me before, why start now?

“I know the city needs me, but how can I save them when I can’t even save myself. When I can’t even drag my feet out of bed in the morning?” My sobs came back full force, and Maze pulled me against him again.

“I’m here, Annex. We’ll figure it out.”

I may have had to still wait for the tide to recede, but I wasn’t treading water alone anymore.

Stupid. I had been so..completely…utterly….ridiculously…..stupid.

A group of five dark figures surrounded where I had been tied to a chair. They wore basic red devil masks that they had probably found at their local Halloween store. Probably 50% off considering how long ago Halloween was. I was in the center of a room positioned under the only source of light, a flickering industrial-looking fluorescent bar that was hanging above me. The masked presences did little to concern me, although they were trying their best with intimating stances and weaponry such as a crowbar. What damage could they really do though, as I was already beating myself up more then they were about to.

I mean, truly, what kind of hero turns their back to an unobstructed fire escape just to freaking eat lunch. ‘Death by bologna sandwich’ was not going to look good on my gravestone.

Just as I was about to accept my impending doom at the hands of a bunch of Darth Maul-looking motherfuckers, a savior appeared! Barreling through the door behind the group, another masked figure slammed into the closest Darth Maul who was reeled back to strike me with his barbed wire-wrapped bat. Hoorah! A brawl began in front of me, and I was finally able to catch a glimpse of the person that had saved me and my eyeball from death at the hands of a Negan-wannabe. Black cape…black boots…shiny purple shirt- wait. That was no savior. That was my nemesis, who had by now defeated all my kidnappers, leaving them in a bloody heap on the ground. A black mask turned to look at me, and I could have sworn that it upturned to a hint of a smile.

“What? You didn’t seriously think I would let anyone but myself be the one to kill you, did you?”

It was then I realized that I had not, in fact, escaped death today.