Worthless

[Rashka]

Worthless

Present
Worthless. Failure. Useless. The words went over and over in inside her head. They wouldn't go away, and thus she was sat with her knees to her chest, her arms tightly wrapped around them, as she rocked back and forth, her face deep in Accalia's thick black fur. She had failed. And therefor she was worthless.

Months earlier.
It was late night in Durotar, only the moon's light were lightning up the rock she was sat on. The rock itself sticking out of the dusty hills.
She liked sitting there, listening to the quiet, and wildlife, even if most were sleeping by now. It was then she heard the footsteps, followed by Kogra's voice. It was calm, but also a bit hesitant. At least Rashka thought so. She had come to say goodbye, as something had come up in her clan. Words, even presents were exchanged, and in the end she had made Rashka promise something. To look after her sister, Sinami. So she did.

A few days ago.
She had came to the fire in the encampment, sitting down listening in to the chatter. It was then she had learnt of Sinami had been captured, and apparently were in a bad state currently. And thus she felt guilty. She had failed her promise, and she knew it. She'd do anything to make up for it, but she didn't know how. As the guilt became stronger, and her emotions uncontainable she went doing what she always did, and had done when that happened; Punching trees with impressive amount of strength, often leaving the trees mangled and broken. It didn't come without a price though. Her hands, broken, cut, and full of splinters. It was a price she was willing to pay, as long as she did not hurt anybody.

Today.
Kogra had returned, after months of being gone. Rashka had been happy to see her, though the joy soon was replaced with guilt as she knew she'd have to tell her. She had expected little, and got even less when she told Kogra. She had just left her, sitting there, and once again she was worthless. Guilty. A failure. Her already mangled hands got mangled even more by punching of trees.

Present.
The guilt of failing had torn so deep into her, that she now had been scarred in her mind. "Wort'less. Useless. Failure. Ye... Wort'less."