Alone In The Alley (Or Am I)

                                    

                                          
I thought I could get some extra sleep, but I had something on my mind that made it hard to. After making sure that Meggy was alright sleeping without me for a while, I carefully rolled her onto her back on the couch. I grabbed my phone off the nearby table. The time was 4:30 in the morning. I couldn't sleep. I threw on my hoodie, headphones, and boots and headed out the door. I also grabbed my lucky flip knife. The rain had cleared up, only a few puddles of water here and there.
                          
I walked past a few small shops and a few unfamiliar faces while I was walking, but pretty soon, I found myself in a dark alley near the Nautical Diner, where Mike worked. The sun started to rise over Moray Towers. I leaned up against the cold brick wall and pulled a cigarette out from my pocket. I lit it with a brick and my knife. Striking my favorite knife on a brick wasn't the best way to light one, but it worked.
                          
Me: Even though I'm known as a hero to my friends, I'm still unknown to the public.
                          
I took a long drag off the lit cigarette and blew the smoke from it to make a few rings.
                          
Me: Always enjoyed doing that. It helps the mood swings.
                          
I flicked the ashes onto the cold ground.
                          
Me: I'm all alone, with my thoughts and feelings. And a smoke. It feels like a hero shouldn't do this, but then again, when do I feel like one?
                          
I chuckled and coughed a bit.
                          
Me: If only I didn't start doing this at 17, I'd be fine. Why does everyone hate me?
                          
I pondered about that question for a minute.
                          
Me: Nobody knows who I really am. Mike kind of does , Meggy doesn't know one bit, Hell, even the NSS don't know about my past. Maybe if they did... no. That sounds like a shit idea. I don't think they'd like to have a secret hidden from them, either. Should I tell them my past, that I never knew my real father and what he was like?
                          
I finished the cigarette and flicked it onto the ground, making sure that it wasn't still burning by stepping on it.
                          
Me: Yeah. I should. Although it's not my greatest idea I've had. Me being me, I wouldn't tell them my past, or The Incident. But... I don't know what to do about it. Should I? Nah. Not about my father, at least.
                          
???: Hey.
                          
I turned to the voice, which was right next to a dumpster. A lone Octoling stood right in front of it and walked up to me, until she was no more than an arm's length away from me. She looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where from that I saw her.
                          
Me: Who are you?
                          
???: You don't remember me? I thought you did.
                          
Me: S-Serina?
                          
Serina: Yep. Now you remember. 
                          
Me: Look, I'm not looking for a fight.
                          
Serina: Well, I am. After what you did to me those weeks ago, I thought about you, and how I wanted to see you bleed blue again.
                          
Me: Not a chance in Hell, Serina.
                          
Serina: Oh, please. You wouldn't kill an Octoling like me, would you?
                          
Me: I... not really. But I did last time. I can EASILY do it again without hesitation.
                          
Serina: No, you won't. You're too scared to.
                          
Me: Try me.
                          
Serina: You failed the first time you tried. I thought you were stronger than that Agent 3.
                          
Me: How do you... you were there. When he was doing his missions, you were there. You knew what he was capable of.
                          
Serina: I overestimated you. How old are you?