Soul Master

40. Asha

One of the hardest things you can ever experience in life is the feeling of sheer helplessness as you watch someone you love suffer in front of you, powerless to change what fate had put before you.

Right now I had never felt so fucking helpless. I watched Amii as her body moved in ways I never thought a human could, her screams pierced my ears as she endlessly fought an internal battle that I could never begin to understand. The dried blood of her wounds moistened and reopened in protest to her body's convulsions, and all I could do was wait, listen to her wails of agony, and hope that if she woke, she would still be the same Amii I knew.

I sat down by the bed, looking down at my clasped hands holding tight to one another so hard that my knuckles whitened. Part of me thought I should pray, to beg to some unknown being to save her, but what was the use in praying to someone who could allow so much abuse to one person. Whoever it was I would be praying to, clearly didn't care. I unclasped my hands and decided to clench my fists instead, taking a deep breath I looked across to Amèlie just in time to see her body go still, I waited. Quickly standing up, my heart pounding so hard in my chest. I looked down at her body, her chest wasn't rising and falling in breath. She had completely stilled. My eyes widened as her stillness sent alarm bells through me. I pulled my thoughts together remembering what Aphador had said.

I looked around, and seeing the cup Aphador had used I smashed it on the ground and using a sharp shard, sliced open the tender skin just at the base of my thumb, the burn of pain was nothing when I looked at Amèlie's body. I stepped closer to her, ignoring the huge slashes across her face I placed my hand just above her lips, watching as the blood quickly formed into a drop and gently fell from the wound landing between her lips. My breathing had become heavy in anticipation. Fully expecting to awaken some Dracula witch that would drink me up like a Capri Sun juice.

I waited, nothing happened for a long time as a few more drips fell on her pale and colourless lips.

My eyes looked over her facial features, then to her still chest.

She wasn't breathing.

I spoke her name, my voice cracked as my throat closed in tension.