My Personal Assistant!!

I am a 24/7 person, I have to pretend to be who I am not, I live a life because I have become a pioneer for people to reckon with, for people to look up to. I am obsessively opposed to the typical. I have become so pretty on the outside and also ugly on the inside. People judge me so quick, and just because everything gets answered in my way, they see my life as a fake one. I would like to walk on the streets and see people look and just laugh at my glance for a while. I would love to wear tattered clothes once a while, just because I want to hear what people will say about me. I don't like to share my personal life, it wouldn't be personal if I shared it, but my life is personal because people live it and show the world how personal it is. I have met people like me who have been worshiped like gods, like heroes who have saved a million lives just by what we do. Our impulse has been directed into the adoration of the world in goosebumps when they see us. My image is one thing, my human is another, but I don't live this life because it's been put that way, it was designed by someone. My personal assistant.

I have my team, those who are around me, my makeup artist, my hair stylist, they have so much positive influence on me, they make me smile, because they share their stories with me, I am more concerned with personal things related to their lives, listening to few things they have to say, but then I get hushed and forced not to listen to them, because of someone. And this is one person who is always around me, she answers my phone calls, she runs errands, pays my bills, arranges my schedule, and does whatever tasks just for me to be pampered or disinterested for me to do things my own self.

One day, I visited this party where I would meet heroes and gods like I am, and there I was with my personal assistant. Every other person who were like me were also with their personal assistants, and it was time for me to be free with every other person. But every movement has been rationed by my assistant, the number of hugs I give people, the people I whisper to, and those who don't like me because I have taken them out of the competitive environment. The nicest thing about me is even when I bore people, they think its their fault, but the saddest part of my life is the wrongs people see me do, thinking it's me, tagging me as that evil person, when my personal assistant is the real devil.

As an assistant, my wishes are executed in a different pattern, and as a boss, I live like I am the assistant, just because she knows all my secrets. And that very day came when I had a serious argument with my assistant, I told her I don't want you to treat me as an animal because you know my secret, I need you to stand by me, as I have for others. And she told me do not mock a pain that you haven't endured. I felt pained and listened to the tears of not what others had to say to me, or what the world had to say about me, but I was more scared of every little word that came out from the mouth of my assistant. In every sin to which I was pointed at, I committed the best of them all and killed the true devil.

After serving my jail term for some years, I left the heroes and god world and become a personal assistant to heroes and gods.