Garou XIII
Garou laid restless on the bed, unable to move for god knows how long. He close his eyes weakly and blinked. When he opened them, he found himself lying bloody and dying in the middle of a snowy forest. Everything was cold, so cold he almost felt like burning. The taste of blood was fresh in his throat, as was the putrid smell of coppery iron.
What do you think you’re doing?
He blinked once, the one thing he managed to do with his weak body. When his eyes opened, he saw a red headed girl, wearing nothing but rags. The all to familiar silouhette just stood there, looking down at him. It was as if she had been there all along. He tried to move, to speak, but all he could do was blink. Immediately, she vanished and another girl took her place. Unlike her, she was much smaller. In fact, she was a child. His wounds kept bleeding, scalding rubedo spreading across the ice cold albedo.
Who is she?
The crimson pool began to bubble, growing exponentially in size. Thorns started to grow and wrap around his limbs, shredding and tearing into his flesh, slowly digging into his bones and marrow. He howled in pain, clenching his teeth and trying to shake them off desperately. He cried for help.
But nobody came.
Why…?
He desperatedly clenched his eyes shut, praying for the pain to go away. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt! Why did he hurt? Why did it burn? Why did everything hurt? Why? Why!? WHY!? He could feel them digging in, the wriggling in his veins. It hurt. He wanted it to stop. He begged for it to end. And then, it vanished. The pain, the burning, the beating of his heart. He couldn't feel... anything.
Why do you love her more than me?
He opened his eyes weakly, but there was no forest. The snow had gone, and so did the trees. All that surrounded him was a crimson garden of roses and thorns. A world of blood enveloped by a crimson sky and a velvet moon. And in the middle of it all, he stood alone. No, there was someone else. His eyes focused to a pristine white figure, the same as before. No, she was different. Stronger. She had grown into a beautiful lady. He needed to-
Why do you hate me?
Garou winced and groaned in pain. It was starting again. It was boiling, it was ripping, it was eating its way out of him. His heart, his veins, his blood. He blinked, and the redheaded girl of before took her place.
You’re supposed to take care of me!
He couldn't bear this anymore. He just wanted it to end. He wanted everything to end. He used all his strength to stand, despite his screaming body. He ran towards her like a rabid animal, but as soon as he was about to reach her, she vanished.
Why?!
He growled, turning around and looking for her. He couldn't stand it. Why? Why did she have her face? It was wrong, it couldn't be. Because he killed her.
monster
And then, he saw her. That woman from before, with her blue hue that contrasted with this pallid world of blood. He didn't even see her coming, she immediately came at him and pierced his moon white chest. Only the red moon shone on this curtain of death and darkness. But before his world faded to black, he heard a voice. His voice.
You monster.
Garou's eyes shot wide open and he gasped. His heart raced and his eyes dripped with tears. Another nightmare, another restless slumber. It wasn't real. None of it was real. It was just a nightmare. The monster clutched at his face. He couldn't stand this.
And the lone monster sobbed, crying silently atop the neat bed. But he quickly wiped his tears and giggled.
