Remorse and Sorrow

Out of all the things she'd thought she'd lost, it'd never be him.

remorse: noun. [riˈmôrs]: deep regret or guilt for something committed 

sorrow: noun. [ˈsärō]: a feeling of deep distress caused by loss, disappointment, or other misfortune suffered by oneself or others.

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She'd never experienced it. Where you know a person so well, where you can tell what or who they're thinking about by their face, or how they're feeling by the little, slightest adjustments they make when they move. It's a bond where you love each other to much, you just need to know the other is okay. Ryley had never felt romantic attraction, he was her little brother. 

Of course, they'd both been blessed to be drowned and dragged into the dark depths of the secrets of the other species besides the one that humans had documented. They hellish world of the supernatural, where every little twist and turn there's a sharp toothed monster waiting for you. 

The two had gone on hundreds, possibly thousands of adventures slaying the hiding monsters lurking and preying on the innocent souls. Craving and needing the flesh and blood. They served no purpose but creating another living hell. Making the sweetest turn into rabid, insane, paranoid humans. 

Death was an option every time, but Ryley had been blessed being a half-blooded monster of a peaceful clan. The heroes win every time, right? There was no need to worry about them reaching into her chest, ripping out her beating her right before her eyes.

It was her, that had no worry about it. 

It was him, making her scared every second.

The one f*****g time she turned her back, the one f*****g time she went against her instinct to watch and protect him was the one time it happened to him. It could only happen once to one person, but it lasts and stays forever. The physiological scars, tears, and wounds stay there forever, constantly bleeding out of your already tainted soul that feels like it's being torn apart ever second, every minute of every day. 

The way that thing had dug it's long, blood stained nails into his chest. It had raked his entire torso, ripping through his chest, going through his skin, tearing him apart. Rage had filled her at first, charging at it without thinking, getting hurt in the process. 

Killing it brought her satisfaction, but in the end, he was still dead.

Pale. Cold. Still. Silent.

She had dropped to her knees, agony and sorrow filling throughout her whole entire body. Her chest ached. She rippled out a scream, tears spilling out of the corners of her eyes. Her body shivered and jerked at her crying. Ryley screamed again, gripping onto the collar of his ripped shirt begging, screaming, for him to wake up. She had experienced death numerous, countless times where it didn't affect it any shape, way, or form, but his dead body made her screech and weep so traumatically where it had exhausted her to the point where she couldn't even get up.

Balling her right hand into a fist, she punched the concrete ground again and again. She could hear her bones breaking in her fingers, blood seeping out of her cut knuckles, yet it didn't feel as bad when she looked at him.

She had staggered her way to the hospital, wet from the excessive rain and covered in blood. They took him away from her, she screamed as they walked away. Ryley raced after them, only to be restrained and only watch them walk away from her. She broke free, running towards him once again. She screamed and scratched her way through the security to get to him. No one was allowed to take him away from her.

It was her instinct to watch him, to protect him. He had to be in her line of sight, she couldn't lose him again. All of them had held her back, trying to tell her it was for the best. The ache and exhaustion took all of her willpower, want, and need away from her. She fell, continuing to weep loudly. She brought her knees up to her chest, folding her arms around them and sobbing into her lap. 

Life is a horrible nightmare bred from the deepest, darkest parts of the underworld, and she only wanted to wake up from it. 

Author's Note

i got a little prompt and so i just wrote this. they're my little demon hunting bbs. it's quite redundant and some parts since i wrote this late at night so if you have any ways of revising that please tell me. also, if you find any silly mistakes or typos that'd be helpful!