Creature of terror

Lobo’s POV
I picked up the scroll to read agan and I could barely accept what I had read. The words written on the scroll felt to jeer at me, ridiculing my attempts to stay calm.
Murder Zeeb? I wondered to myself.
Disbelief and anger swirled in my mind. I was plunged into an abyss by Sabrina's curse with no visible escape.
I threw the scroll across the room in anger, watching it falling to the ground like a leaf. The weight of the betrayal that was about to happen pressed heavily on me, it made me sick to my stomach. I snatched the closest item, a vase, and hurled it at the wall, the noise of breaking porcelain matching my inner anger. Then the table followed the chair. Every piece of furniture suffered the same outcome when I took out my frustration on the objects around me.
A deep guttural cry came out of my mouth, a noise carrying the pain and hopelessness overwhelming me. What makes me think about hurting Zeeb? My brother always supported me, even when I didn't deserve it. I sensed the burning sensation of tears in my eyes, yet I remained indifferent. As I kept destroying everything around me, my vision became blurry.
I noticed Zeeb standing there, worry evident on his face, as the door slowly opened while I was filled with anger. "Lobo, what is happening? What happened?"
"Leave!" I shouted loudly, my voice cracking. Go! I do not want to have you in my sight!”
Zeeb remained still. Rather than that, he proceeded with care, his relaxed attitude standing out in comparison to my agitation. "Lobo, I need you to talk to me. What is the matter?”
I lunged at him, my fists swinging wildly. Zeeb dodged my attacks with the ease of someone who had done it countless times before. "Lobo, stop this," he said, his voice steady. "I'm your brother. Let me help you."
But I couldn't stop. The rage and despair blinded me, driving me to attack the one person i know i cannot win.. My fists flew, but Zeeb avoided each blow, his movements smooth. Finally, exhausted and breathless, I collapsed to the floor, my body wracked with sobs.
Zeeb knelt beside me, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. "Lobo, please. Tell me what's going on."
I looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes, my heart breaking at the sight of his concern. "Zeeb, I... I have to kill you," I choked out. "She cursed me. She said it's my destiny."
Zeeb's eyes widened in shock, but he remained calm. "Lobo, that's not true. Maybe you're drunk, or threatened. We can fight this. We'll find a way."
I shook my head, the despair overwhelming me. "No, Zeeb. I can't. I can't fight it. I'm so sorry." I buried my face in my hands, the sobs tearing through me. "I can't live with this. I want to die. I have no zeal to live anymore."
Zeeb pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly as I cried. "Lobo, don't say that. You're my brother. We'll get through this together."
The floodgates opened, and all the regrets and mistakes of my past came pouring out. "Zeeb, I... I've done so many terrible things. I pursued Anisha relentlessly, even when she didn't want me. I beat her... I beat her before she ran away. And then I... I slept with Meera, her sister. I regret it so much. I hate myself for what I've done.”
Zeeb embraced me, his hold firm and reassuring. "Lobo, everyone makes mistakes. However, it doesn't indicate that we are unable to correct the situation. You must start by forgiving yourself.”
I held onto him tightly, my cries slowly calming down as his words started to make sense to me. His statement was accurate. I couldn't change what had happened before, but I could for a brighter tomorrow. For my own self. Dedicated to Zeeb. Intended for the group.
I slightly moved back, gazing into Zeeb's eyes. I apologize, Zeeb. I didn't intend for any of this to happen.”
He nodded while showing a mix of sadness and resolve on his face. “I understand, Lobo. But, we must continue progressing. We will finda wayto lift this curse if you insist you are cursed.”
Zeeb held onto my shoulders tightly, his gaze showing both resolve and sadness. "Should you seee Anisha again, Lobo, make sure to offer her an apology. She is worthy of that. She should be made aware that you are apologetic.”
I was overwhelmed by the heaviness of his words. I nodded my head, my voice barely audible. “Don't do it, Zeeb. You must find Anisha and ensure she stays at a distance from me. I am a creature of terror, a monster in fact. I am not worthy of having someone like her in my life.
Zeeb's face showed a mix of compassion and irritation, making his expression less harsh. "Lobo, you are not a monster. You have made mistakes, yet that does not determine your identity. You still have the opportunity to correct things."
I felt a profound, throbbing sorrow building up within me. I am the sibling who is different, Zeeb. I've messed up everything. All of our childhood dreams and future aspirations are now rendered pointless because of my actions. I apologize, Zeeb. I apologize for all that has happened.
Crying, I hugged him, finding comfort in his presence.
But just as our arms were about to entwine, a wave of darkness swept over me. The room spun, and my legs buckled beneath me. I felt a sharp pang of terror as I realized I was losing control of my body.
"Lobo!" Zeeb’s voice was a frantic echo in the encroaching void. I could barely make out his face, blurred by the dark haze enveloping my vision.
"Zeeb, I—" My voice faltered as the numbness spread, my limbs becoming heavy and unresponsive. Panic surged through me as I struggled to stay conscious. The poison was taking hold again, dragging me into an abyss from which I feared I wouldn’t return.
"Lobo, stay with me!" Zeeb pleaded, his hands gripping me tighter, trying to bring me to the present. But his voice was growing distant, drowned out by the roar of my own heartbeat and the suffocating darkness closing in around me.
In those final moments of clarity, regret and sorrow flooded my mind. I wanted to tell Zeeb how much he meant to me, how sorry I was for all the pain and disappointment I had caused. But the words were lost, swallowed by the darkness that consumed me.
As consciousness slipped away, my last thoughts were of the countless mistakes and missed chances, of the love and redemption I feared I would never find. The world faded to black, and I was left adrift in a void of my own making.