The Silver Stream

Pained Mind

Alex always considered himself a pained mind, with all the people he had seen die, attempted to heal, or turn to the dark side. But when he saw the two girls in the suicide tree, one that he always wondered if his leaf fell, he was filled with determination. When he saw a girl with black hair, messily in a ponytail, with a pale blue sleeveless shirt, and black leggings, it reminded him so much of his mother, and he remembered her dying so clearly. The smell of blood was so overwhelming he couldn't even smell the jasmine scent of his father or the fresh apple scent of his mother. Still, even with the anger that boiled inside of him, he followed his sisters every word, spending any other time at the infirmary. He was treating another patient when he saw the black-haired girl open her pinkish eyes, like his mother's, but a little bit brighter. He rushed over, his hand reaching up to the pendant he always wore. "W-what happened?! You got stabbed through the back, no one thought you would survive but-" she started to sit up while he was mid sentence. "No, lay back down, it's not safe!" Right now he REALLY hated his forever shaking hands. Especially after he had tried to heal so many people with those hands, and had  failed so many times with the same hands, and yet, the light had curled around him as he tried to save her, and her wound had almost sealed shut. "Why?" The girl asked.

"Your wound is still healing, and it was directly in the stomach, it's going to stop the healing process," he said simply, and she laid right back down. "Who are you to say that though, your 12" the girl said. "I am extremely knowledgable for my age," Alex replied. "But I havent asked your name, how rude of me!" Alex chided himself. "Ah, im Silvia," she replied. "What a pretty name.." Alex remembered the smirk of his sister when the funeral had taken place, and Aunt Silvia had been there, bawling her eyes out, hugging him and Lucielle. Alex had gripped her black Lace dress, crying with her. "You okay kid? You look kinda pale." Silvia interuppted. "Oh... I'm good," he replied, and his hand went up to his neck, and he fiddled with the pendant. "Where did you get that? It looks expensive." Silvia observed "my mom gave it to me before she-" he felt the cold liquid roll down his cheeks, as they always did when he thought about it. 

"I get it, you don't need to talk if you don't to." Silvia said gently. It made the pain sting even more. "And then my sister took over and started this stupid war-" and the tears came down, quicker this time, more frequent. When his sister was done with him, she would just kill him, like she did with everyone. There was no point in trying, he would be dead soon anyway.