Personal Narrative-Where Is The Hero?

I was the hero people looked up to.
I was called one night to a robbery in downtown Gotham
When all of a sudden there was a sharp pain in my back
The pain felt like I was shot with a gun…
Which was exactly what happened.
I looked behind me only to see darkness tearing at my soul,
But in my minds eye came the comforting image that is with me always,
My parents.
They were looking at me with gentle eyes and proud faces, like I was their universe.
I finally made them happy.
But was I happy with myself knowing Gotham was unprotected?
Was I satisfied with my goodness?
Was I ever going to see myself as a protector?
Was I ever going to be good enough in my own mind when everyone already sees me as the hero of the town?
The last thing I saw was the