The Curse That Is World Ending Strength

her entire life, everyone around her was obsessed with strength, with power, never content with what they had, always wanting more, always wanting what she had. they were idiots. she thought, and often. I mean, did they not realize that the pinnacle, is lonely? do they not understand how much pain, how much blood, broken bones, and near-death experiences she'd gone through just HAVING, not even using, but just HAVING, her godlike power? hell, just activating it when she was a kid, broke every single bone in her body over and over and over again. it tore every single muscle, popped blood vessels, strained her very skin far past its limits. and that was just her standing still. it took most of the 18yrs of life she'd lived, for her to use 50% of her ability without exploding her body into multiple pieces, and just that 50% made her a God to these people. that, without even knowing her struggle, flocked around her, parading her curse as a gift. it was disgusting, she usually sneered to herself. and yet, despite the horror it put her through, the boredom, the isolation, the fact that it essentially made her, not quite human, I mean, what human can shrug off bullets like they aint shit while their ability is INACTIVE?! yes, you heard me right, without even using her ability, just her body alone, her, "power", her strength, is already on par with the world's strongest ability users. anyways, despite ALL THAT, a time was coming where not only she herself would become dependent on unlocking that final 50%, but the rest of the world would too. which, for someone so far at the top, she can't even begin to SEE second place, someone lacking all motivation to improve, is gonna be quite the challenge. so, do stick around to see whether or not this overpowered lazy slob gets her shit together, and decides on if she wants to save the world or not. *sigh*................. we're all fucked, aren't we?