Numb💔🖤በ ጥልቅ ህመም ምክንያት የደነዘዘ ❌️

When she finally returned her skin was unmarred, but her eyes hooded by pain. She looked even smaller than usual, wrapped in clothes that clearly weren't hers and hugging herself while glancing around. She smiled a bit as she saw me, but her heart was clearly not into it. I moved to hug her, to try to comfort her about what happened just a few days ago, and she went limp in my arms, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. "W-why me?" she managed to sob out, before turning into an unintelligible mess. I gently guided her towards the couch as I rubbed her shoulder soothingly, but survivor's guilt is hard to let go. We just sat there for a long time, entwined together, until well after she stopped crying, while I repeated her it wasn't her fault. I, too, wept with her, thinking I could have lost her that day, thinking about how my life was now beholden to an alien entity - but those tears rapidly dried up as I dredged up my determination to make things better, my happiness at still having her by my side. At some point she snuggled into me, her breath becoming slower, as she fell asleep. I just laid there, my eyes open as I stared at the white ceiling, not really seeing it - fire and blood and broken, twisted bodies dancing in my mind's eye. Kiuubey didn't bother me that night, nor the day after that, and I didn't bother with it, despite the creeping darkness that threatened to engulf my Soul Gem. "You'll need to find a Grief Seed soon, Francesca." came its telepathic voice as I slipped out of the door to my bedroom, leaving the love of my life alone with her nightmares. "I know." I simply replied, the door to our house clicking after me. I transformed, my black suit replacing the battered hoodie and sweatpants I was wearing, and stepped out in the cold winter air, the dirty snow crunching under my heeled shoes, and jumped. Ignoring the cold as the wind battered me was easy, even as frost formed in my hair, and I hopped from rooftop to rooftop across the city, until I found what I was looking for. Two bodies laid on the ground of an unlit alley, a sprinkling of snow covering them, but the marks on their bodies weren't faded yet. I felt a pang of guilt at not being able to save them, but swiftly squashed it - I could beat myself over it after destroying the Witch that killed them. The Witch's Barrier wasn't far away, partially hidden behind an overflowing dumpster, a scarlet distortion pulsing in midair. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and stepped through it. The smell of iron instantly assaulted my nostrils and I almost retched, before once again taking control of my body. The corridor stretched for miles, hundreds and thousand of doors opening in its walls, blood seeping from under them. Screams echoed at irregular intervals, intermingled with muffled sobs. I turned and, sword in hand, I started to walk down the corridor to where the Witch should live. Doors slammed open as I passed by them and the witch familiars - bloody, dirty bundles of money in the shape of human bodies with the head of a doll - poured out. Almost bored, I slashed my way through them, thankful for the fact the corridor was not large enough to let them assault me in mass. I walked enough that my legs should have hurt, but I reached the Witch's chamber. She stood tall, an immense and yet sickly thin body, faceless but with long, flowing tresses, trading blows with another Magical Girl. Her red wedding dress was ripped in places, a sleeve missing to show her right arm, mangled. I quickly jumped against the wall to meet the back of her head, but her black hair whipped around and wrapped around my limbs, pinning me down and trying to pull me apart. I struggled against it without much luck, then manifesting four sword, cutting me free. I jumped again, but not before slashing the Witch. My sword, able to cut through metal, nevertheless just opened a shallow cut in her neck. Blood oozed out of it, but I realized this fight wasn't going to end anytime soon. #shared

I can hear myself screaming " please don't do this to me " a lot whenever something bad happens. And it's so loud, it's an ugly cry.