Short Stories/Drabbles

3:23 Morning Writing (Don't Ask)

It hurts, every single part of me aches in pain but I knew I wasn't touched. Nobody was even near me and yet my body ached. It snapped at my bones with a crunching force but they stayed in one piece. It pulled at my muscles in all directions that they should've snapped apart, however it never seemed likely. My eyes throbbed until they felt like they'd explode. My brain slamming itself against my skull as if it could escape this reality. My heart going way too fast to be considered normal, my blood boiled with enough heat to combust my body. It tore at my lungs, forcing the air out. It ripped apart my organs, as if someone was cutting me open to use them in the black market. My throat constricted my vocals cords. My senses heightened to the point where I was aware of every part of myself that wanted to give in and collapse on me. To end this brutal torture and I wished it had.

It was utter hell. Turning into a night creature for the first time always did. I've been reincarnated enough times to know what it felt like and yet? It never got easier than the last.

My breathing raged on like a brutal fire that refused to die out. The pain however soon became real as my skin changed from its caramel color to a dark ebony and the skin on my back ripped apart to allow the newer features come into view. My mouth dripped blood below me as my canines grew sharp and larger. Finally my body gave out, I collapse in a heap of rubbish. The smells that once overcame my nose subsided to the garbage that I've grown accustomed to.

Weakly I crawled away from the mess of blood some of my own, some of others, though I was already covered in my own by default. Forcing myself to move away from it proved to be far more difficult than I expected, but my brother waited for me. He couldn't have helped even if he wanted to, he's never gone through my immense suffering nor will he. He stood there in the center of garbage, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the sight of me.

"You smell of sulfur."

It was the typical scent we demons possessed, my brother included. But since our past hasn't been quite normal he's never had to experience this nor will he ever acquire the smell we have.

Give me hand up he held his breath, with a rag at hand he began to clean off the blood on my body.

"You're terrible, choosing a place like this to turn. Every time you die this is what you do when you become of age." He spoke, his platinum blond hair fell past his face as he worked on my abdomen, it pissed me off. It was the mark of the goddess who stole and raised my brother as her own. Begrudgingly I've lowered my bar to pettiness as I knew for a fact he liked cleaner places. Forcing him to find me in horrid places satisfied me greatly.

"And how many times would this be dear brother?" I mused watching his actions.

Glaring at me he spoke harshly, "This is the fourth time in this era, and it takes you years before you come back to the living."

We both knew I did it on purpose. Dying for selfish reasons but the last time I did was far different than all the others. I wondered if the girl was still alive.

Sensing my change in mood, my brother sighed. "She's still alive, old, but alive. She lived a nice life with a human male. Had a nice family, though they never visit her..." Omce he trailed off I knew the worst of the news were to come.

"She doesn't have much time does she?" My voice was soft and frail, this girl became an obsession of mine. A love interest. A person I could trust to the end but she's almost done with her life.

My brother held my hand tightly, comforting me in the best way he knew. He let his happiness flow into me, tidbits of memories of her and myself. Even when I was gone she lived a lovely life. I wanted to weep, I wanted to be with her, I wanted her.

But I had given my life for hers, a mortal life never could compare to an immortal demons soulless essence.