UNDERESTIMATED#77

I sat on the porch with a bottle of 1886 in my hand. I had just finished taking a long gulp, and the burning sensation lingered in my throat. Sometimes, I wondered if the alcohol wounded my throat and if my super healing would kick in and ease the pain before I could find out. I didn't know, and I didn't care. All I knew was that it helped me when I needed it most.

I took another gulp from the alcohol and stared at the night clouds. The stars were shining brightly, and so was the crescent moon. Sometimes, I wondered if Zack thought of ambushing me on a full moon and running off from town so that he couldn't give me the cure. I didn't know if this was paranoia, but I was sure he didn't like me. I was reminded of how he accused me of putting Hope through excruciating pain.

I couldn't lie that I had messed up. Yes. But it wasn't par