The bags felt way heavier when you came back than when you had left. They were weighing your arms down as you paused in the hallway. You never thought you'd be back here, ever. The creaks underneath your feet as you walked up the stairs was no longer familiar, it was eerie. The musty smell was suffocating, not comfortable.

Even though it was well lit, it felt dark and distant to you. Even though you could hear the kids running around in the backyard, you've never felt more alone.

You had been here as long as you could remember, it was the only home you ever knew.

When you had left, you never felt homesickness, you never felt bittersweet because it meant that you were finally getting a family and not just watching from the outside.

Because you had lived here since the beginning, you never knew what it meant to miss your family. All the children who remembered losing their parents, you could never relate to them because you never had someone to miss in the first place.

But returning here, after finally getting what you wanted your entire life was heartbreaking, because you realized that you could never get it again.

No one would ever want you.

You'd never leave.

And you'd never get your family back.

Those thoughts swirled in your head as soon as you entered, and forced you to your knees when you entered your old bedroom, seeing how it was just the way you had left it.

You don't remember how long you cried or screamed, all you remember was your fist clutching desperately at your chest, trying to stop the pain ripping into you from the inside.

You had been lying in bed for hours, trying to fall asleep and twisting and turning but unable to sleep. Your tears had dried eventually and the pain in your chest dulled after a while but you couldn't erase it and eventually settled for trying to sleep away your problems.

You were sleepy and tired but your body just wasn't able to get comfortable. You had been lying awake for hours now and the sun was slowly starting to creep up, sunlight leaking into your room.

You had gotten too used to the bed back in Adam's house.

Sighing, you sat up, deciding to get ready for school and cringing when you heard a familiar clink.

The bracelet on your arm, you almost forgot about it. The Thundermans got you a new one after the last time, to control your powers until you could do it yourself.

Slugging yourself to the bathroom, you took a long, cold shower, to wash away any tiredness in your face and got dressed, deciding to get there early so you could avoid everyone and head to the library.

You reached school pretty early, since there weren't many people on the road, it was easy for you to cross the roads even when the light was red. You pushed open the doors, rushing through the corridor and passing a few empty classes and a few occupied ones before reaching the library.

The librarian smiled at you and you nodded at her, muttering a 'Good Morning' before heading to the roman history section. No one came there unless it was to make out and you doubted anyone was in here to do that so early in the morning.

Crossing your legs and sitting comfortably on the floor, you pulled a tattered book out of your bag, sighing shakily before opening it cautiously, as if something would jump at you from it.

'Date : 12 June 1990

Today I stopped a petrol station from exploding into flames by freezing the source of the fire. I saved seventeen people.

Date : 17 June 1990

Today I helped a boat that was caught in a storm by redirecting the waves and allowing them to pass quickly. I saved 13 people.'

It was a log of all the things that your mother did when she was a superhero. It was given to you with a bunch of other things that belonged to her. You were drawn to the notebook the second you saw it, for some reason, you had hoped that it would be a letter to you, telling you how much she loved you.

You were too scared of being let down that you didn't have the courage to read it, until now.

And now, wantonly fingering the yellowing pages of her book, you realized why you had been so afraid. You felt upset, that nothing she left behind showed that she loved you, even if in your heart you knew she did.

'Date : 5 July 1990

Today I put out a fire in an apartment complex and helped evacuate the residents. I saved more than a hundred people. I lost seven.'

You rubbed your fingers over her words, as though you could feel the sadness she felt while writing it, trying to comfort her.

'Date : 14 July 1990

Today I stopped the strong current from drowning a little girl. I saved her.'

You began skimming thought the pages, not able to concentrate on her words before letting the book flutter shut and just pulling your legs to your chest. You really wanted to read her book, but you couldn't focus everytime you tried.

It disappointed you that you couldn't grasp her personality through her words. You were hoping she had left behind a note for you, something of the sort but you more than disappointed when you realized it was a generic log, just noting down her saves and losses.

In your own head, her book was filled of little notes from her, telling you to be strong, telling you she was always going to be with you, comforting you even though she wasn't here.

But everytime you opened the book, your heart ached because it seemed like she didn't even acknowledge you even though in your head, you were her pride and joy. The best thing that ever happened to her and only death was able to tear her apart from you.

But everytime you opened your eyes, you saw that there was nothing she left behind of you. No baby pictures, no old clothes, nothing and that's when you felt that you never had a mother.

Before you realized, you were crying.

Crying for your mom. Begging her to come hold you, just like you did when you were born. And she would come and lift you up, holding you delicately to her chest and you were lulled into silence by heart heartbeat and the warmth of her arms.

But then you opened your eyes and realized that she wasn't there, you were all alone.

And then you cried harder.