Sorrow
(I made a few changes, maybe it’s a better beginning. I think it’s better now.)
Hero couldn’t keep up with villain, they were faster then hero had remembered. Or was it just that that hero was too drunk, should they had stayed with their friends? But hero was too drunk to think clearly, pure actions were just what they had.
Where was villain? Had they turned somewhere and hero had missed it or did they hide. “You won’t get away with this?!” Hero screamed frustrated. No answer, maybe they lost villain and they were far away from hero.
Hero’s phone rang and it was their friend, “everything alright?” It sounded like they were going to cry, “an ambulance is here, they got a hard hit on their head. Where are you?”
Hero looked around, they didn’t remember the way they had run. “I’m not sure, go with [another friend]. Text me which hospital and I’ll be on my way.” “Should I send someone for you?”
“No” hero answered fast and sure. Too sure for their body language to say, “I’ll find my way back to you, I always do.” They said goodbye and shortly after their mother called. “Mom” hero slurred.
“Have you been drinking? I thought you worked tonight.” They said, and hero laughed. “My friends made me go out tonight instead, they think I work too much.” Hero chuckled, but their mother didn’t. “What’s wrong mom?”
It was quiet for a while like they tried to calm down. “I’m with your grandfather at the hospital. Can you come?”
Hero hesitated, her friend and grandfather probably wouldn’t end up at the same hospital. “How is he?” Hero tried to listen to the background of what nurses and doctors talked about. The bipping from the devices. “Mom is he okay?” Hero asked when they didn’t get any answer. “MOM:”
“Honey, your grandfather loves you so much.”
Hero had to find their way to their mom, to their grandfather. “I... I’m on my way. Wait for me.” Hero’s mom cried now, “I’m on my way.”
Hero felt their knees fall and the phone smashed down with the screen on the ground. But that crack was nothing from their heart. Hero tried to stand on shaky legs, had to hurry to the hospital. Then quiet sobs came from their throat.
“Hero, is this my lucky day?” Villain said, gained more of the space hero needed to get up. “Is something wrong?”
Hero tried to hit villain, but it throws them off balance instead. “I don’t have time for you now, I need to...” Hero throws up right in front of them, “it’s not fair.” They whispered desperately to get up. But their strength failed them and tears made their vision blurry.
“Is life hard, hero?” Villain is here, sounded like they had a smirk on their face.
“Shut up!” Hero screamed, the voice filled with sorrow. That just made villain laugh, they touched hero, they winced away. Moving carefully not to fall into the darkness, away from villain. Away from the harsh reality.
On their knees screaming, lying down in the dark alley with villain so close. Villain embraced hero and didn’t let go of hero. “I’m a wreck.” “Poor hero… You know, I might be able to help you.” Hero struggled villain grip, but they were too drunk and weighed down by the feeling of helplessness.
“Nooo… This isn’t fair, IT’S NOT FAIR!” Hero wanted him back, but that’s was no way to get anyone back from death. They were powerless. Villain brought them tighter into their arms, arm behind their back with a strong grip.
“Sshh” villain soothed, “it’s going to be fine.” Hero started to struggle when reality becomes clear. But hero hadn’t any chance to get free, but their usual strategic and strength wasn’t available right now. But now they were drunk and their balance and thinking over all felt overwhelming.
“Stop it.” Hero vomited, right at their own shoes. “Damn you” they swore. In the end, they let villain drag them away, anyway. Hero had been drinking too much to fight and didn’t feel for fighting anyway. It was easier this way.
(My father called me one day at work, and something was up. But what I didn’t get an answer for until the evening at home. All that day I wondered, the only thing that made sense was that my grandfather, who had cancer at the time, what else then he is dead? The news didn’t really sound happy.
At last at home, and talking to my father. That my grandfather is dead was much harder to hear out loud. Lucky me, my boyfriend was home. But I didn’t know what to say, there was no word that would change that.
This started some things, I was sad and depressed a time after that. I started to write again, wrote about sorrow. Mostly to get out the feeling I had. I was not as close to my grandfather as my hero in this short prompt.
But with my little alter, with a picture of him and some books from his apartment. I felt compelled to write this, felt that I had to write about it. Write this with him in mind.)