The SuperHero- Short Story

Some people said I was a villain and some people say I was a superhero. I’d like to get things cleared up, and say I’m neither anymore. At one time in my life I was considered the bad guy, but after I changed to the good side.
I used to live two lives, one of Michelle Frost the Millionaire, and the other The Queen, Quiet Storm. When I was 12 yrs. Old my parents were killed in a car accident, in which I then became the richest girl ever known. For 11 years I grew up being alone. I could never understand why things happened to me, I know now but it’s still confusing.
For years I had so much anger in my heart. I hated my parents for what had happened, my friends, and people around me. No one could have helped me. There had be many times where I had tried to end my life, but had not succeeded. For 3 years I was in a mental institution, for reasons people didn’t know. I was able to move things with my mind, plus read the thoughts people thank. Later as I grew older things I couldn’t imagine started happening. I was able to control the weather with my mind. No one knew this, not even my closest friends. By this time I was out of the hospital. And that’s when I started running around committing crimes, setting houses on fire, killing innocent people, stealing money and things for people and places, and do it all with my mind. No one could catch me.
During the day I was a normal girl, except I had millions of dollars, the best tutors, the best of everything. My butler took care of me; he was my only family left. The only one I could trust too, but he didn’t know what I did at night. He wouldn’t have understood. Yes I had everything but I wasn’t happy. There was something missing, until I met someone special she was the one that changed me. I was in a museum one night stealing a painting when she appeared out of nowhere. Scared I tired to get away but I froze. She said she had the answer to why I’m not happy. She then told me to follow her if I wanted the answer. So I did, I followed her. Which seemed like a long time after we finally reaching the distention, I realized we were in a cave it must have been a thousand years old. She sat me down and said she was “Grace the Goddess” and she wanted to teach me the ways of the good. I said No, not until she told me the answer. Grace then said “trust me you shall receive it”. All I could say was, “Ok, first we try then we trust”. For years I trained with Grace, she taught me how to really use my powers. The day I was finally done my training, Grace renamed me to “The Queen, Quiet Storm” she said there once was a Queen named Storm. She was an evil Queen and was killed by her servant but her baby girl remained alive, who was my great great grandmother. This was where I got my powers. Grace then told me she was sent down from the Gods to look after the family. There was also a curse on our family I didn’t know about. When the princesses got married and had children all boys died until she had one baby girl, in which the Queen and King died after, but the thing the princesses didn’t know was they could live for eternity. As long as they didn’t get married and so forth.
So I ended up living for 200 years but I still looked like I was 20 years old. For all those years I did good things. I saved people from fires, and stop people from doing things that were wrong. For many years I’ve also tried to find a way to get rid of my powers. I lived for so many years all alone, reading up on things from the past, studying languages, and saving people from many things. Grace gave me a book a long time ago. That explained stuff about me, but one quote I never understood until now. “Do everything you can to be a hero and help others and you shall be set free”. I did everything I could but nothing worked. Until I fell in love again. My first love died in a plane accident. Dave was so different then others. I didn’t want anything to happen to him cause I loved him but because I loved him I deiced to push him away. I didn’t want him knowing about my power and the curse. After he left I became unhappy again until he returned. He said he wanted to marry me. I said “No” because of reasons. We then got into a fight and out of nowhere I fire broke out. And normally things happen when I get mad, but I didn’t do it. I saw Dave standing there in the flames and I couldn’t let him die. So I threw him out the window and I sacrifice myself for him. I couldn’t let my second love die. But the Gods didn’t take me, instead the said I was free for what I did. I sacrificed my life for something I couldn’t live without. In which they said they’d send me back but with one wish. I wished to be normal, no powers, to love someone and not be afraid of the curse. They granted it and sent me back in time for Dave to ask me to marry him. In which I said, “Yes”. And we had a beautiful daughter named Jubilee. Unfortunately she was born with an uncontrollable rage in side her, worse then mind had ever been. The hope of a miracle lies at the back of my mind for it is said the oracle of my daughter’s hatred and reverence will forever cast a shadow of unspeakable fear among society.