Helena lay over her couch, the room was dark, the curtains drawn, the air heavy with alcohol. She picked up another bottle of vodka and tipped it back. It tasted awful and it burned, but she could feel something. Something was better than nothing. And nothing was all she could feel right now. She took another swig wondering how long it would take until she couldn't even feel this. It was her fault. It was her fault they died and she should pay for it. She needed to pay for it. She drained the bottle and smashed it against the floor. Bringing the fractured neck up to her wrist and leaning it there. It would be so easy to die. So easy to join the others. So easy...
She dropped her hand and the bottle smashed on the floor. Then she leaned over and threw up. It was disgusting, but she could taste it, and she could feel it. She grinned and threw herself back down on the couch. Fuck Everything. She reached behind her for another bottle of Vodka.
"I'm Coming For You!" She wasn't sure if she said it, thought it, muttered it, or if it was some figment of her imagination. It didn't matter. Vodka spilled down her chin and she coughed, her ring glowed green and her aura pulsed around her. A small shimmer of silver spilled from her skin and dripped from around the aura saturating the couch. She was sober. She smashed her head downwards and screamed. "FUCK!" She turned over on her side and curled up. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST LET ME DIE!" She grabbed a glass shard and drove it into her wrist. It wouldn't move past her aura. She threw it across the room. There was a crack as it embedded in the wall. She reached for her finger and pulled at the ring. It didn't so much as spin.
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Fragments on the Road to Death
FantasyA child, long ago, played in the sand And fell into a world once lost Help came not And in the dark she found the Ring of Ancient, The Fallen Child then rose again and brought misfortune to all her friends
