"Pease don't hurt him!" I reached out to the man who held Josh in his death grip. I pull against the painful fingers holding me back from getting to him, even though I lose all feeling in my arms. I have to save him, I keep thinking. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me! If it weren't for me… If it weren't for me… I have flashbacks to when things were so simple, so easy. I didn't have to worry about demons coming to kidnap me while I slept, I didn't have to so worked up over things that should've meant nothing me. For one thing, the word myth. Or legend. Or some phrase like, "I heard he was just a legend. Don't worry."
I didn't. I didn't worry whatsoever. Until the Dark Ones came. They came in the middle of the night, stormed my house, and burned everything to the ground. My family, small as it even was, died that day. Only I remained. And that was only because they needed me. They still need me. But I ran, I ran away from it. I didn't want to face it so I ran away from that cursed life that haunted me like the Grim Reaper haunts the elderly. I found a new life, and foolish as I was I tried to forget the past. I got friends. I got a good record. I even got a boyfriend. But deep down, I knew it wouldn't last. They still pursued me, they still needed me. And they got to me the best way anyone can. They destroyed my reputation. I didn't give in. They killed my friends. Hard as it was, I still held strong.
But now, now they got my boyfriend. They were going to kill that last person in my life that mattered anymore. So I did it. I gave in. I don't know exactly what they will do to me now, but all I want is Josh, safe at home. I wish he never met me, never fell in love with me, never got involved in my stupid, crummy, craphole of a life I have! I just want him to be safe now, I don't want anyone to hurt him. I would-WILL give my life to save him now.
"Take me, I don't care. Do what you want with me… Don't hurt him." I might say a threat, but I am too scared. I am too worried for Josh. "Please!"
The Dark Ones exchange looks and, to my relief, drop Josh to the floor. I want to crawl over to him, lay his head in my arms, and use what little powers I know I have to heal him. Before I can be by his side though the Dark Ones come and dance around me, swirling and blending with themselves to become a cyclone of shadows around me.
I can't help it, I cry. I cry for myself, I cry for my family passed on, I cry for my dead friends, and I cry for Josh. I am so sorry. Everyone who got tangled up in my screwed up crappy life, I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry for what I have done to you. But now I am righting my wrongs. I will let the Dark Ones take me, and do to me what they will. I am paying the price for all the lives they took because of me. I didn't deserve all the happiness I had for the short time I had it for. I didn't deserve all those people who loved me, who cared for me. They never should have come close to me. I am a cursed being. I am CURSED.
So, whatever happens to me now, I know a few things. I am cursed, and don't deserve to be loved by anyone. The world around me is fighting a battle, what for I have no idea; but I do know that I am caught in the crossfire and get beat up and battered inside and out. And lastly, that my choices I make do not affect the overall outcome. The only thing my choices affect is how many lives are lost… People die because of me.