Some Wounds Never Heal [2015 PKMNWatties 1st in Short Story Category]

Chapter Four | It's All My Fault

Chapter Four | It's All My Fault

I groaned, everything aching in every spot possible. It felt as if my body leaked fluid, bathing myself in a slippery red substance that scared me to pieces. I struggled to move any part of my body, my muscles too pained to put themselves to the back-breaking effort of showing movement that confirmed my life. It seemed as if all I could do was helplessly moan, which only brought more agony to my current circumstance; the guttural speech emitted from my lips only added to the thumping going on inside my body, which was harmed in what seemed like every way possible combined.

Once again, involuntarily, my lips emitted another screech, the constant thumping of the hurt (impossible to be pinpointed directly) reaching extreme measures, the suffering like a menacing wave, lapping me up and consuming bit by bit of my strength until I had no more left. Except now, it felt as if the wave had swept and consumed all of my strength and pulled it down under.

I tried to block out everything and concentrating on reversing the tides fate had thrown at me, so instead, I would be able to try and gain back all my other senses; I couldn't see anything but darkness; I couldn't feel anything but pain; I couldn't hear anything but silence; I couldn't smell anything. Luckily, what fate had not taken from me was my memories.

I could remember everything from my long term memory. Jolteon had moved the family pack to a new house, an old tree hollow, and we had lived there till we had found out the whole forest was burned. A man, who I sensed was no longer here somehow, shot me. And then... and then... and then...

I found myself at a loss of words; I didn't want to think about what happened next, even if the memory tried to push itself into my mind. Without the sense of feeling (well, I could feel pain), I could still feel the tears that threatened to spill out of my eyes like cascading waterfalls.

I shoved it all away dismissively, fearful as my emotions started to battle within me, each trying to surge forward and make me feel a different way. Jolteon had told me that in life, another one of the most important skills was taking charge and not letting the emotions get to you.

J-jolteon..

Tears started dropping, causing me to begin to sob. Uncontrollably.

"Now look, she's crying! She probably knows her fate already, that Eva! The fate that you bastards brought upon her!" A voice rang out, and even amidst my pain, tears, and blood, I recognized it as Glaceon's. My elegant, usually benevolent sister. Usually. "Let's count, shall we? Three missing, one in a coma that will, God forbid, probably lead to death, and another one on the brink of a ended life as we lie here like crazy idiots!" She screamed angrily, and I could just imagine her contorted image in my cracked mind. This wasn't good. It wasn't going to go anywhere good, I knew. But worst of all in my thoughts, was the sickening feeling that I must've caused it.

"Glaceon, you know we didn't cause it! It was those humans, those diabolical, abominable, contemptible satans!" Replied an enraged Umbreon; I could tell his mood by the tone of his voice.

"Oh please; it's all because of our inability to act correctly and stick together!"

"Glaceon, you're not helping the situation! You brought your terrible disposition on yourself!"

"Guys... please.. stop.. fighting..." I let out a moan that I hoped was decipherable, but I couldn't tell in my contemporary state, and in the agony I was in, I didn't want to waste strength trying.

"Yes, please listen to our poor fallen sister! You aren't helping!" Worriedly, Sylveon tried to bring back the peace that had once occurred in our household of nine. I was thankful for her seeing in peace, and not pointless bickering that happened right now.

"Shut up, you!" Screeched Glaceon and Umbreon in union, as if they knew what each other was thinking.

"It's all Jolteon's fault. He brought us to this-" Vaporeon muttered, but he was cut off by a groggily awakened... Espeon?

"Don't... say that! You're ... mislead." She mumbled. I was glad she had awakened, thrilled, actually, but it seemed it wasn't going to last; she sounded just like me, and my fate looked as if it was decided.

"This family is terrible! I'm better off alone!" Both Glaceon and Umbreon snapped before running off in parted ways, much to my despair, followed by a reluctant Vaporeon. My heart split, pierced beyond what I thought was possible, and I started to sob even harder.

This time, Sylveon, Espeon, and I all hollered, wanting them to come back. Yet, as if the pain was not enough, my ears picked up the yells of three more Pokemon, two of my brothers, and one of my sisters. I prayed right then for the best, my whole body shivering until I was numb.

Sylveon began to cry and scampered away, leaving me by a nearly-dead Espeon, my only family member left. I had nothing left to do but try and direct my body to her, stick by the only sibling that couldn't escape and leave me in this chaos.

"Espeon, why did this have to happen! It's all my fault; this is all because of my sacrifice!" I screeched, even if I knew she couldn't reply back.

This all meant one thing.

Our family was wrecked.

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