𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶

I grip the sheets as I feel my wound breaking out of the bandages. I can feel a slimy creating running through my body like a snake. My skin was darkening. It was turning gray. I can feel the darkness breaking me. I can feel the pain in my wound. 

There are too many voices. I take up my knife on the floor. One swing. I place it at my throat. I cannot let the darkness take me. I will not become a monster like Malachi. I would rather die. If I end this now, all would be saved. Just one slit to my throat. I feel something nudge me. I turn.

"Do not look at me like that, this is what is best." I say to the little fawn.

He places his hoof on my hand holding the knife.

"What choice do I have?" I ask.

It gives me a look that reads fight. I let out a breath. 

"How can I fight this?" I point at my wound. 

I peel the bandages off. It looks like a heart beating as it bulges out. It looks disgusting. The little fawn licks it surprisingly. I was supposed to feel a burst of pain, but I feel nothing. There is no pain as it licks. There is this soothing feeling. I look at him in surprise. I reach my hand out.  

"Thank you." I breathe as I rub it's head.