Whispered promises

Chapter 59

"We do not enter the field of battle lightly ....neither on heart , nor body , nor mind . Nor do we exit it lightly ..we leave a piece of us behind and sometimes the cost of defending the innocent exceeds what we ever think to pay . "

Katrina looked around her room, the remnants of chaos strewn about. Objects lay broken and discarded, the symbols of a battle fought with desperation. Drawings, once cherished, now torn and forgotten, lay scattered across the floor. Arrows, spent and purposeless, littered the room. As the weight of loss settled upon her, Katrina felt her strength crumble. Sliding down the wall beside her bed, she succumbed to the overwhelming grief that consumed her. Tears streamed down her face, mirroring the torrent of emotions raging within her. How could she ever recover from this devastating blow? How could she move forward when her sister, her other half, was gone?

In the silence of her despair, Katrina's thoughts turned inward. She blamed herself for the tragedy that had befallen her sister. The echoes of self-doubt reverberated in her mind, amplifying her guilt. She questioned her ability to protect, to shield her loved ones from harm. The weight of responsibility pressed upon her, threatening to crush her spirit.

"Sacrifice ..and whether it be recognised in the present ...or in some distant time or never at all ...this is the hero's duty . "

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Katrina had been starring at a photo of her and Allison for hours ...relieving her death every time she closes her eyes ... she found herself trapped in a cycle of grief and guilt. Every second every minute was a battle, as memories of Allison haunted her every step, replaying the tragic events that led to her sister's demise. Katrina's heart wavered between anger and despair, unable to find solace .

she was everywhere reminding me I can never see her beautiful smile again or her childish laugh ...or hear the stupid nickname she kept calling me it's flooding to the top like a explosion.I didn't want to admit she was really gone but the conclusion is that she was . And she was never gonna come back . The loss was like a void gaping hole, in my heart I couldn't fill .

It's hurts so much I can barely breathe I look around my room I can't feel her I can't feel anything . My fist collied with my mirror destroying my room , the glass shattered to the floor and furniture in anger . "Ahhh " I shouted in pain punching the door making it cave . In desperation to feel anything . I can't feel her ... I can't feel anything I can't feel my sister. How I feel there isn't words to explain it , I wish I couldn't feel anything...it like the ground fell from underneath me pulling me down constantly the pain in my heart but also the empty feeling lingering like a spray that was sprayed hours ago but still lingers in the air . All I know I just wanted her back it should of been me . It was supposed to be me .

Katrina's mind raced, searching for a solution, an escape from the unbearable weight of her grief. Her eyes fell upon a vial in her broken desk drawer, a grim reminder of her previous attempts to numb her pain. Without hesitation, she reached for it, knowing that its contents held temporary relief.

The vial contained Diuldid, a substance that had become Katrina's crutch, her only means of finding a fleeting reprieve from her anguish. As she held the syringe in her trembling hand,and
Without further hesitation, Katrina pressed the needle against her arm, piercing her skin and injecting the numbing liquid into her veins. The sharp sting was momentarily eclipsed by a rush of relief as the drug coursed through her bloodstream. In that fleeting moment, she felt a brief respite from her overwhelming emotions. It was a dark dance, a twisted waltz between her need for relief and the consequences that awaited her.

As the numbing effects of the drug coursed through her veins, Katrina was transported to a realm where the weight of her grief lifted, if only for a fleeting moment. The agony that had plagued her for so long seemed to dissolve, replaced by a sense of euphoria that filled every fiber of her being.