Short Stories

I Didn't Mean To

Siltafiir sat on the ground, hands in his lap as he performed his mediation pose. He stared silently ahead into the dark trees that surrounded him, sapping away the starlight with their gloom. It created a tense atmosphere, but Siltafiir didn't care. He was troubled lately, and meditation was the only way to help calm his mind.

He felt soulless, angered yet calm. He didn't remember what he did yesterday or even a few minutes prior to the present. It was all a blur that he couldn't recall.

But, he did know why he was like this. He couldn't sleep hardly, and if he did manage to drift off he'd imediately awaken with terror of remembrance. The endless days he spent trapped in some labratory in the middle of no where. The favorite experiment for scientists who wanted to find the secrets of immortality. Too bad for them it was beyond normal comprehension. So, after years of experimenting, they learned nothing.

And those years had been the most painful events in his life. Every minute seemed to last for hours, every day passing by slower than the one before.
After a while a person just snaps.
They're nor he same.
They forget.

Siltafiir shuddered and snapped out of concentration as he remembered the scientists amputating limbs from his fully conscious body, injecting poison into his veins to observe his immune system. He couldn't count the times he died there, nor could he the times he came back and went through it again.

He noticed tears had began to come down his cheeks, so he quickly wiped them away and stood up. He squinted as he looked off into the trees again.
He saw something in the distance. A person?
He stiffened as he recognized the figure. It was his younger brother, Zahrahmiik.

Siltafiir stumbled forward "Miik?" he cried out, voice weak with heartache.
Zahrahmiik turned away from him and ran deeper into the forest, disappearing from view.

"W-wait! Zahrahmiik!" Siltafiir called, beginning to run afer him. His brother reappeared into view as he seemed to catch up.
He then stopped and stood still in the center of a small clearing, back to Siltafiir. The moon and stars shone brightly, showing the gentle grass and trees blowing in the soft breeze, illuminated by the bright night.
Siltafiir slowed as he closed distance until his stopped just a few feet from his brother. "Miik..."
Siltafiir felt uncontrollable tears roll down his cheeks, making his eyes burn and vision blur.
"Miik, I'm so sorry! I promise to be good! I promise!"
Siltafiir slowly moved closer. "I made mistakes and failed to fix them. I'm so confused and lost... I never asked to be a monster like how everyone perceives me... I wanted to be a hero. But I screwed up and now no one can see past that."
He tried to wipe away his tears and clear his sight, but to no avail.
Zahrahmiik said nothing. He just continued to stand.
"I know... You must be ashamed... Disappointed..." Siltafiir wrapped his arms around his brother, hugging him from behind.
"But I didn't mean to kill anyone!"
Tears ran hot down his face as he continued.
"I didn't mean to kill ANYONE."
Siltafiir's legs felt weak and his arms slacked slightly.
"I regret so much and cherish so little... Why can't I just die like normal people? Why does everyone shun me because I'm so different? It's not like I asked for this!"
Siltafiir's voice dampened as he choked on his words. "I don't want to live, but I'm scared to die... So... So very scared..."
He closed his eyes tightly. "Please, Zahrahmiik... Please forgive me..."
Siltafiir's slowly opened his eyes, gazing at his brother. But, Zahrahmiik wasn't there. Siltafiir had his arms wrapped around a dead tree, sitting in the center of a field. A field full of decayed corpses.
Siltafiir stumbled away from the tree and turned slowy in a circle, looking at the distorted bodies of the dead. Memories rushed him as he began to remember what caused this.
He did.
Attacking defenseless people who wandered into the forest, dragging them here and feasting upon their unlucky souls.
Siltafiir fell to his knees, stunned.
"No matter what I do... I'm still a monster on the inside..."

I felt like writing sadness okay? Alright so brief explanation: in this short story Siltafiir is going though his days of insanity. He thought he saw his brother Zahramiik, but it was just his messed up brain playing tricks. He also didn't see the corpses because of said tricks.
So yeah. Hope you enjoyed!