Chapter 8: Wrathchild
I had never been this angry before. Not in either of my lives. I have never cared for anybody so much, that when their lives are threatened with death, that I would lash out with so much anger. I could not allow anything to harm my family. Any of them.
As I walked into my parents' room, I saw Mommy. I know that I have never seen her like this, even while sick. She was ghastly pale. Breathe was barely coming for her body. She, truly, looked like a corpse.
"Child, your mother is not feeling well. Try to get some sleep. She'll be better in the morning." (Healer)
"Get out of my way." (Rehor)
I am not sure if I was screaming, or just barely talking. I knew that the healer was just trying to calm me down. I had have none of that. I had to help Mommy. I just had to. I could not survive without trying something to help Mommy.
My useless at the situation was making me angrier and angrier. If only I had not frozen up earlier, I might have been able to help her. How could I, who cares so much about this family, not be able to do anything? I have the knowledge of a more modern world, and I had refused to do anything. I am less than human.
Unbeknownst to me, the fog that I had seen earlier was ever increasing as my wrath was growing. Something from my anger was leaving my body, empowering this fog like substance. The energy in the fog kept expanding, more and more.
"Calm yourself child. You need to control your emotions, or you could die." (Healer)
I looked up in rage, and truly looked at the healer for the first time. She was not yet into her thirties, but I saw wisdom in her eyes. She was wearing a cloak, dirty though it may be, was causing a semblance of respect to be earned. I have never seen anybody in this world wear this type of cloak before. And on her neck, was a leather collar, with five links of iron chain coming from it, leading down her neck. If I had to compare it to something, I made me think of a dog's collar and leash.
"I know you want to do something, but you can't. You don't know what to do? You'll risk everyone around you." (Healer)
"I don't care. She is my Mommy, and I want to help her. I don't care about anything else but helping Mommy." (Rehor)
From what the healer was saying, I seemed like I could do something to help Mommy with this power coming out of me. How could I control it? Do I care about the repercussions of my actions, if I am able to help Mommy?
NO!!! If it is for saving Mommy, I will give anything to help her. I will sacrifice my life, if it would mean that she lives. Let whatever deity that exist, try and stop me.
I know I do not know how to control this power, but I did not care in the slightest. Throwing all my emotions; my hatred at myself, the anger that I could do nothing, the fear of losing Mommy, and the wish that I want her to be better, I gave more and more of myself to this power. Slowly, what had been a gray mass of fog, started to change colors. Brown and orange flecks of light could be seen is the cloud coming from my body. It kept on getting denser in color the more I threw my emotions into it.
Unknowingly, I advanced up to the bed where Mommy was dying, with the colorful fog trailing behind me. My sole focus was onto Mommy. I needed to do something. I, genuinely, wished to help her with all the power that I had.
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When I came to, my whole body was exhausted. I was so tired that I could not even attempt to lift my arms. And I did not care. My feelings were numb. Was I, forever, going to be such a waste of a human being?
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I am not sure when I became cognizant that this was not the room that I shared with my sister. The sounds did not sound right either. Where am I? And so, I tried to get up. I had to see where I was at. I needed to go to Daddy and apologize that I could not help Mommy. I had comfort Katarina.
As I tried to left up one of my arms, to prop myself up from where I was laying. My arm was trapped. My legs, were trapped, my head was trapped, I was entirely immobilized. And for the second time in my life, I was getting truly angry. Why should I be trapped like an animal? And yet again, I let my emotions start to take control of the power that I felt earlier.
Out of nowhere, I was hit. Completely blindsided. Not a word had been said to me, and I was hit. Why should I suffer this injustice? No, I can't allow this. The power kept growing, glowing orange in color.
Again I was hit, this time knocking me out…
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What was probably only a few minutes, my consciousness slowly came back to me. This time I was not alone. I saw the healer.
"Relax Rehor. I am not here to harm you. I am trying to help you." (Healer)
"That's a load of crap. If you were here to help, then why am I bound down like an animal? Why am I being afflicted with such torment? And you call yourself a healer." (Rehor)
I spat such venomous words towards the healer. The injustice of it all. Why should I believe the words that she is uttering? Especially when I am trapped here. Fuck that!
"Your mother is fine. You saved her. Be proud in that." (Healer)
"I, I saved her? You aren't lying? I saved Mommy? She's alright?" (Rehor)
"Yes you did. And you nearly killed yourself and your family. If you will promise to calm yourself, I will remove the restraints." (Healer)
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ApollyonDais
ApollyonDais I truly don't understand, in a personal level, how Rehor is feeling. I don't have that strong of feelings. But, it is fun trying to write him at his angriest.
Thanks for reading the story, and for all the comments I have started to get.
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