I'm sorry this one is so short as well, but I just want to make you all grieve as much as Matt is :P
And today is my 'study day' so I should be doing French and English essays instead of this … oh well. Enjoy!
Matt
Looking down, I see my arms and hands drenched in blood. I don't feel any pain as I just stare down at the dark red pool forming on the carpet below me. Surrounding me is broken glass, splinters of wood, strips of clothing, tears and blood. I begin to shudder. Shake. My eyes roll into the back of my head and my power surges. My suddenly extended senses pick up on someone outside my door. Someone who is hurting just as much as I am. Flicking my crimson wrist towards to the door is slams, hinges protesting under the force. Dropping to my knees, I begin to scrape at the carpet with raw fingertips, skin scraping off. A fresh wave of heartache rushes through my body and I begin to wail and scream. I am sweating so hard that the remainder of my clothing clings to my body in a sticky bloody mess. I dry retch a few times. The original content of my stomach was emptied long ago, and now my mouth is filled with acid, which makes me gag all the more.
Gradually I detect the presence of someone behind me. Eyes, almost shut with exhaustion, turn slowly to glare. I don't want to see him now. He shouldn't be here. It is entirely his fault. Standing slowly to face him, I clench my fists, skin reforming over the wounds. With as much force as I can muster, I hit him.
'Why her?' I scream as I hit him again and again, and he falls to the floor sobbing. He looks how I feel. But I can't stop. He wants to die. Even if his thoughts weren't as plain as day, it is written all over his face. He knows it is his fault.
'How could you let this happen to her?' my fists connect with his face, his chest, every part of his body I can reach, 'You swore to protect her!'
A rush of pain fills me and my hands split back open, my blood mixing with his. I kick. I punch. I beat. I thump. I don't stop until he has stopped crying. Stopped moving.
Not looking at Arkarian's body lying, bleeding, on my floor, I crawl back to my bed, and collapse at the foot of it.
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