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Chapter ??? ~ Struggle

Chapter ??? - Struggle

 

Day 5

 

I ran. I ran and ran and ran. I cradled my arm to my chest as its dribbled blood all over me. The bottle of healing potion was still in my hand, but I didn’t think to drink any. My clumsy aching feet stumbled over the cobble as I left the town. The only breaths I could take were small wheezy ones that scratched at my throat.

I just kept running, letting my tears dry on my face and new ones fall.

There were less and less creatures around as I left the town and ran into a patch of wood. I could hear them far off, but not really over the sound of me almost having a panic attack.

I kept running for what seemed like forever until I reached a small pond. It was calm and clear, and the moon would make a beautiful reflection off it, definitely.

If there was one.

I fell to my knees, with the bottle and my arm resting in my lap. I then made a mistake: Closing my eyes.

All I could see was James’ pale face, his green eyes wide as saucers and tears glistening on his cheeks as he screamed. I can still hear his screams, haunting me. It’s my fault he died. It’s all my fault.

 

KILL IT!

 

I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t kill that thing.

AT LEAST HAND ME THE SWORD!!

 

Why didn’t I? Why was I so selfish that I stood there with a sword I never used?! Why didn’t I give it to him?!

 

KIERAN!!

 

I’m sorry, I’m sorry!! I’m a coward… I ran away.. I took your damn health potion and I ran away.

 

MUM, DAD, HELP-AAAAAAARRRGGGH!!

 

I opened my eyes suddenly. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I’m a murderer. I’m a damn murderer. I didn’t kill a thing, I didn’t want to, and I ended someone’s life. He only wanted his mama, he’s just like me. Only stronger. If only his sword didn’t get stuck… No, If only I’d helped him.

I’ll have to repay him somehow.

 

Great f*cking way of repaying him, Kieran, you left him to DIE!! It should be you who’s dead, YOU!! You should’ve died, not him. He has people. Your people left you. Whose fault was that? Yours. You drove them away. You killed James.

 I killed James… I’m a murderer.

 

This is what happens when you let those people live.

 

Why did he think I was that… thing? Maybe he knew I would be the death of James. But why… Why did he see him? Why did he see me? It would make more sense for him to see him.. Why me? Why does all of this happen to me?!

 I killed James… I f*cking left him to die!

 Mama… Please… Help me…

 I looked at the electric blue liquid, swishing silently in its bottle. With more tears running down my face I took a large gulp. It tasted like an energy drink, and instantly my body was full of life. I felt pins and needles in my lower arm and looked at the gash, pulling itself closed and mending itself completely. There was no trace of there ever being a cut, apart from the slashed sleeve and blood all over me.

Crawling over to the water’s edge, I looked into the calm ripples. I could see my reflection, as if I were under the light of a bright moon. My face was pale, and my eyes were wide and frightened looking, with greasy hair falling over my face.

I’m horrible. The face of a murderer.

Almost exactly at that moment, I saw myself as him. My cheek was cut and I wore a wide grin, but my eyes were the same. Wide and frightened.

“Ack!” I yelped, jumping back from the water and landing on my arse. My previously injured arm stopped me falling backwards onto my back, and the bottle, with what little it had left inside it, balanced precariously on my stomach. I shuffled backwards until my back hit a tree, and I stayed there.

I stayed there for a long time, running my mind over the events.

I didn’t notice the sun gradually peek over the mountains, turning the sky shades of pink and orange and a deep purple. I didn’t notice the ringing of the bell, signifying it was safe. I didn’t even notice that after this bell, what seemed like hundreds of creatures came running past me, ignoring me, and running up to the mountains.

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A/N IT'S SO SHORT I'M SORRY

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