Forgotten not Forgiven

Forgotten

Megan's watch beeped and she looked up, her eyes scanning the rest of the team. "Guys, let's head to my place," she said, her voice betraying a hint of exhaustion. "Today's battle was tougher than usual." Her teammates nodded, clearly in agreement, and began to walk away, leaving me behind. I felt invisible and forgotten, like a stray thought in their minds. Some of them glanced back at me, but none of them offered to wait or check if I was coming along.

I followed them for a few steps, but then gave up and turned back towards my house. As I walked, a tear rolled down my cheek. How could they have left me like this? To make matters worse, I spotted an enemy figure lurking in front of my house. I tried calling the group, hoping they'd come to my aid, but they didn't. Why would they? I was just a nobody to them.
As I stepped out of my house, my heart skipped a beat. There was a dark figure lurking in front of me - a new enemy, perhaps? I tried to reach out to my group for help, but they were nowhere to be found. As I stood there, frozen with fear, the figure began to move closer and closer. I had to act fast.

Without warning, the figure charged towards me. But I was quick on my feet - I flipped over it and made a run for my house. The figure wasn't giving up that easily, though. It came after me with a vengeance, trying to punch me from behind. But I was ready - I blocked the attack just in time.

And then came the high kick. But I wasn't going down without a fight. I grabbed its leg and flipped it over, just as it hit the ground with a loud thud. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins as I stood there. As I gazed at the object hovering in the air, I heard a voice muttering in frustration, "What a waste of power." Suddenly, the object vanished into thin air, leaving me bewildered. I couldn't help but wonder what the mysterious object was and who or what was behind its sudden disappearance.

As soon as I arrived home, I fished out my keys from my bag and unlocked the door. I stepped inside, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit me. With my energy levels at an all-time low, I decided to browse my phone. That's when I noticed that my friend group had posted a bunch of photos and videos of their latest hangout session on social media. It looked like they were having a blast without me, just like they always did.

Feeling left out and more than a little hurt, I dragged myself to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned the knobs and let the water heat up, stepping into the stall as soon as it was warm enough. The hot water hit my skin, providing a welcome respite from the coldness I felt inside. As I stood there, my tears mixed with the shower water, and I couldn't help but feel miserable and alone. As I stood under the showerhead, relishing the hot water on my skin, I suddenly heard a noise. Turning to look, I saw the figure lurking in the shadows. Startled, I quickly covered myself, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Bro, I'm showering. Don't you know about privacy?" I shouted, hoping to make the intruder leave. However, the figure didn't seem to listen or care. Without warning, it approached me and picked me up, causing me to panic and struggle. My last memory was of being lifted into the air before everything went black.