Bleed
An unfinished story of mine from a few years ago, perhaps I'll finish it some time if I get motivated for it, or even perhaps if this is received well enough.? This is SFW story so if you're looking for poon, I suggest going elsewhere bub.
Tagline: An outcast reflects on his life as he bleeds out.
I know, I know low effort thumbnail, fuck off.
Twenty.
Blood ran heavily from the mortal wound onto the cold, cold, cave floor, coating the cave with life blood.
Wheeze.
Yet somehow, he remained alive.
He could not move, but he felt himself dying. He had hoped it would end soon, but the pain had been here for so long, his punishment stretched for an eternity. Why would it not end? Was there no god to oversee his final destination? No mercy for an old fool?
Perhaps one was simply extending his life to see him suffer. Had he not suffered enough? Apparently not.
It had been 15 minutes.
What sins had he committed? For his long, cared for life to end so sudden and tragically?
Nineteen.
He was never much for religion, he'd cared mostly for himself, and for the day he would find his love.
A happy family, or maybe not if she did not wish for it. Practically driven away by society, he found himself with no income to support himself. Was it because he was born deformed? He was born with an elongated and deformed nose, giving him a horse like appearance, a tragically bent spine which forced him to walk on all fours, two leathery stump like warts on his back and a rough, scaly skin. He had taken to calling himself rat boy, as that was what he saw himself to be. Thrust from his family, he'd lived on the streets, but as he grew up he could no longer remain hidden in the alleyways and the dumpsters. The wilderness would sustain him in the following years after he had been driven out by locals with pitchforks and shovels.
Eighteen.
Far from the city and her tall stone walls he watched as holidays came and went and cursed the city and her people. What vengeful god orchestrated this? One evening, when the water was cold to the point of being hard, and the ground was cold and bathed in the white apathy of the gods that burned and slowed him, the city was filled with bright, warm lights as he was curled around a feeble fire, terrified it would go out and kill him, he had a thought.
Maybe just this one year, he could make his own celebration.
Enthusiastic, he grabbed the nearest sapling, struggling to survive as it was, and planted it next to his fire. The next thirty minutes he spent decorating the little tree with little bits of bark and scrap he had collected over the years.
It was not much.
But it was the happiest couple of days he had in the forest for a long time.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
Seventeen.
When he was younger, there had been one girl who had looked after him, treated him well and kept him company. He dare say that she was his... friend. That word was so alien to him. She was about his age. One day, when he had been walking... scuffling around the alleyways, looking for food in the trash, a girl had asked him what he was doing. He'd never learnt to speak... And so he could not respond but idly look in terror at this normal person talking to him.
"Whatcha doin' in the trash!?" He remembered her saying, laughing and saying he looked dirty.
"Hey, c'mon, all of us are playing at the park!" She said next, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him over.
He was always scared of the park, scared of the kids there, scared at how they might react to him. The two wart-like protrusion on his back had grown, and so had his disgust with them, so he had tried his best to hide them under the rags he wore as clothes, but two bumps were always visible.
So, dragged by the girl he was frozen stiff in terror, trying to pull away with all his might, but his might was not much to this girl who was likely fed well.
They had reached the park with no incident, he had begun to convince himself that maybe it wasn't going to be so bad, this girl seemed to not recognise him as monster, but a person. Though his thoughts changed rapidly as he saw the kids, running in their games.
He realized that yes, he was a monster. And there was no changing it. The girl had tricked him! She was bringing him to the group to be ridiculed!
He pulled away from her and started to back up, but she merely frowned and did not recognize the fear in his eyes.
"C'mon what are you doing, the park's just there!" She said, frustration in her young voice and she grabbed him again.
A reflexive bite drew blood from her arm and he was just as shocked as she was, not even knowing what he'd just done until he tasted her blood across his teeth. Then the girl started to scream and cry, then she ran towards the park clutching her bleeding arm.
All the kids at the park turned, and saw her, then him. He didn't wait for any further action and he turned on his heels and bolted the other way as fast as his deformed form could take him, his finger nails scrabbling against the cobbles.
Sixteen.