cursed

Intro

Hello~ thank you so much for reading this story! This intro is a little dramatic but I wanted to set the scene and atmosphere from the beginning. I hope you enjoy your time 🥺✨

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I needed to get away. I knew I had to hurry but my body refused to listen. I stood frozen as I took in the familiar sight in front of me. Laying on the ground was a few motionless bodies, four maybe five? I wasn't in the right mind to count, I could barely register what I was seeing at the moment. My head felt clouded, my thoughts were drowned and muffled. I couldn't hear myself think, I wasn't sure I was even thinking. My legs wobbled as I finally found the strength to put my body into action, I took my first step backwards and proceed to ease myself out of the alley. The ground was quickly filling up with puddles, some small others big enough to see my reflection in. My clothes clenched to my body and a shiver traveled down my spine at the cold sensation.  My body was growing heavier and it was becoming more difficult to control my limbs with each step I took as the rain weighted me down. I was losing my sense of direction, I wasn't conscious enough to focus on what way I walked. I mentally backed out and trusted my muscle memory to take me where I should be.

The world worked in funny ways. It pitied the unfortunate and innocent yet it was incapable of saving any of them. All it could do was watch over the lonely, desperate and pained. It watched over me every night and when I lost control of myself it wept for me, with me,  when I couldn't. It screamed when I was silent, watched when others disregarded and listened when mankind failed to. However, it could never find the means to stop me, so instead it wept by my side

Pitiful souls taken too soon by the actions of a monster, this is what this was. That's what I was. Yet not in any way was the worlds hatred addressed towards me.

Guilty as always I was, as I took yet another heavy hearted step away from the crime scene I had just created.

Slaughter.

It is a cycle I'm trapped in, having innocent souls pay with their lives as a price for my weakness. Every time I lost control of my powers I would come to hours later surrounded by motionless bodies. There was no doubt that it was my doing.

Selfishly, I am unable to leave this world, yet I'm so unworthy of enjoying my stay. That is how I lived. With the guilt of living on while others paid the heavy price of death. Yet I lived, with no one to care for or be cared by.

Hours upon wandering mindlessly in lonely dusky land, the sky so dark and streets bare of any life, I stopped with a holt as I felt those familiar gazing eyes. Exhaustion ran through me in waves yet my senses were heightened to no limits. I hesitantly lifted my head with a weak tilt to face my stalker, the one who never seems to blame me for all the monstrosity I have done, the most foolish being to exist in this world.

The moon. Not an ounce of hatred in its gaze, almost as if it never blamed me

The cold wind blew harshly and rain was falling heavily, this made it difficult to look up at the sky but I stared back at the moon for as long as I could, taking in the overwhelming emotions of sorriness and guilt as it gazed amongst its people

I closed my eyes, painfully and silently, taking it all in as a guilt heavy sigh escaped me. With a final whisper I slowly brought my head back down.

"I'm sorry".

I continued on my path knowing so well that my answer,to their screams,satisfied none.