Broken Soul: Zorarka

"Help Me"
"Someone Please"
"Why Do People Run From Me?"
"Where Are You Going?"
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Haunted Me

Name: Broken-Zorarka
Gender: Female
Race: Human/Wolf
Type of Dead creature: A Broken Soul
Info On that type: Zorarka is now a broken soul. She had "Broken" at the beginning of her name once she become one. Broken-Zorakra was born from extreme depression. She wonders around aimlessly, looking for the ones she cares for the most, seeking help from them and them only, if they fail to do this in a specific time limit then Zorakra will disappear, leaving a note that says "Why didn't you help me sooner", and will feel much more pain than before. She is often crying blood, and sense she has lack of eyes she can't really see, but can sense other souls, living or not. Other than losing her sight she lost half of something else, her hearing. She can be seen by humans, and they are often afraid of her.

How This Happened to Zorarka (A Bit Of a Story that I might actually put into motion at one point)^: She doesn't know how it happened, but something bad went on that made her completely depressed. At that same moment she was mysteriously killed (No she didn't commit suicide).

The first sighting of her was from her foster mother, who at first was worried about her daughter's sudden disappearance (Basicly no one knew that she was dead yet). Soon she saw Zorarka walking around the back yard. In a sigh of relief Zorarka's foster mother went out to see her. But then noticed something completely wrong.

Zorakra's sweater and tank-top that was under it was ripped and there was a big cut on her stomach, her right sweater are was ripped off as well and Zorarka's actual arm was cut. On her neck looked as if it was slit. There were cuts on her legs. And there was a bleeing hold in the left side of her chest.

Zorarka's foster mother looked at her in horror.

Suddenly the cut up girl spoke, "Help Me........ Someone please......" Zorarka turned and looked up at her foster mother. Her right ear looked as if it were ripped off. Her eyes were gone, and blood was dripping out of her eye sockets. She looked frightened, scared, looked like she was about to burst out in bloody tears.

The mother panicked, asking questions like, "What happened!?", and "Who did this to you!?". But with every question Zorarka only said, "Help me..." The mother ran inside and called 911 for help. She told them everything she saw. About 10 minutes later there was a ambulance and a couple police cars.

Zorarka, at this time, was now sitting on the swing set in the back yard. As soon as the doctors and police men saw her they couldn't believe what they were seeing. They have gotten similar reports on this girl being seen for the past couple of days. But not one cop or doctor has EVER seen her themselves. Zorarka looked up at them and started shaking in fear. Then she looked over at the mother, "I thought you wanted to help me....." The mother assured her that they were going to help, but hearing it only made Zorarka shake even more.

After a while the doctors were ordered by the police to take her to an emergency room back at the hospital. But ever time they tried her convince her to go she would refuse and look at the mother. Asking the same question, "I thought you wanted to help me?"

After about a few hours of Zorarka refusing anything they tried to get her to take that could help her. They assumed that she was giving up on herself, set aside her asking help earlier.

After they left the mother went over to Zorarka asking why she refused. Zorakra said once again, "I thought you wanted to help me."

Days later, Zorarka asked the same thing over and over to her. Even after Zorarka was into the house she asked that. It wasn't until the evening of 12/7/2012 Friday night (Also Zorarka's Birthday) that the mother finally understood. But even if she did, it might not have helped after all those days.

The mother asked, "Why won't you let them help you?" Zorarka only looked at her and asked for the last time, "I thought YOU wanted to help me."

The mother finally got it. Zorarka wasn't letting everyone else help because it wasn't their help she wanted. It was her mother's help she truly wanted.

The mother then started looking for things. As she did Zorarka said nothing. Even though the mother finally got what she really meant, Zorarka only frowned and new blood started dripping from her eyes. She was crying, crying because she knew.

That her foster mother was already to late.

Her mother looked around the kitchen for anything. After about a minute she finally got what she needed. But as soon as she got to the living room...

Zorarka was gone.

The mother panicked and looked around for her. She soon found a note, lying down on the table next to the couch. It read.

"Why didn't you help me? Why didn't you help me sooner, Mom?"

Now Zorarka wonders around. Because of her mother's failure Zorakra is now in much more pain than before. And is now in search of someone else she cares for.
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Wow that story was longer than I though it was...... but meh here ya go.

Broken-Zorarka is like an Anti-Zorarka. SO she's vary different from my original one. But meh this was fun to type down.

Broken-Zorarka and Art are mine.

This took me like a day and a quarter..... why did it take that long? *Faints*