The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
The Things that Hurt the Most
Just as I was starting to sink into unconsciousness, Korra took a sharp breath. Her eyes shot open and she sat up, a hand flying to feel her back. I shook my head and drove back the blackness creeping in on my vision, unknowingly holding my breath.
"Korra?" I asked, my tail stirring nervously.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes groggily. "Xiviyah? Man, what the hells happened? I feel like I got run over by a wagon."
She looked impossibly vulnerable and unguarded, like a child waking up from a nap. Her innocence held such polarity from the destruction, grief, and darkness I just stared at her, unable to so much as breathe.