06-20-2018, 09:32 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
she had finally been able to get a good rest tonight. she had finally been able to sleep well. her dreams were peaceful and body tired enough to stay unconscious long enough for her to get the sleep she needed. and it felt good. she would wake up slowly and happily, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. she stretched out on her bed, sniffing the air with half-closed eyes, realizing that papa wasn't in the room. oh, he must have gotten up before her. she slowly open her eyes, looking around the room calmly.
but then she saw it. the red droplets that stained the room. had he gotten hurt? maybe he'd gotten up to get some help. he should have woken her up. she could have helped him. the girl crawled out of her bed carefully, sniffing at the blood and moving out towards where it led. she wasn't too concerned about the situation for now, figuring that all would be well - he would have made it to aid, but a worry still lingered in her and she knew she had to investigate immediately. she didn't want papa to be hurt. he was finally seeming to be better. maybe if she hadn't slept so deeply she would have been able to help him more. her pace quickened at that thought.
the young cat continued to sniff at the air, scenting the blood, along with her papa. she followed the trail he led carefully but quickly, her worry now rising. bad thoughts started to slowly fill her head and an anxiety rose within her. she wanted to know that papa was okay. and she was getting closer, she could tell by the scent, which worried her a bit more. she gulped and continued moving, looking around her carefully. it wasn't long before she saw a body and froze completely for a split second.
was she asleep again? it was like her bad dream. she ran towards him, fear entering her. "papa!" she cried shakily as she got closer, stopping next to him to look him over. she glanced at the sand next to him, seeing that something was sloppily written in - "i'm sorry". what was he sorry about? she didn't know and didn't bother wasting time to try and think about it, instead focusing on his state. he was unconscious and had bled...a lot. no one had found him. no one had helped him. he didn't make it to anyone. she pushed at him gently. "i-it's okay, p-papa. we'll help y-you." she said breathlessly, trying to reassure him and herself. he was so still.
"w-we need h-help! pa-p-pincher's hurt!" she cried loudly, not wanting to leave his side. he was just so still. he wasn't breathing. she knew he wasn't. but she didn't want to think about it. she wanted to believe there was still time to help him. she laid her front paws and head on his back gently, trying to hold on. "i-it's okay..." she insisted, near silently now. a feeling she had never experienced before was entering her and she didn't know how to describe it.
she felt like she couldn't breathe, even though she knew she could. she felt like she was going to throw up, even though she knew she wouldn't. she felt terrified and...sad. and...angry. she felt so scared. he wouldn't wake up. she knew he wouldn't. she started to slowly sob, her body shaking uncontrollably. she wanted him to be okay. she wanted him to wake up. she wanted to wake up. this was all just another bad dream. soon he would nudge her awake and she would realize that she had been upset over nothing. she was still asleep. everything would be okay. any second she would wake up.
but, she didn't. she wouldn't wake up. she wasn't asleep. this was real, and she could feel it, and she could feel him. he wouldn't move. he wouldn't breathe. he wasn't okay. it wasn't okay. her sobs grew worse and her breathing was harsh. why didn't he wake her up? she would have helped him. why didn't she wake up on her own? why did she have to sleep so well this night? she could have helped him. she knows she could have. why didn't she? she couldn't figure it out. and she didn't know what to do now. "p-pa-papa..." she managed out weakly between her cries, clinging onto him now. come back...she needed him. she needed him so much. she didn't know what to do.
but then she saw it. the red droplets that stained the room. had he gotten hurt? maybe he'd gotten up to get some help. he should have woken her up. she could have helped him. the girl crawled out of her bed carefully, sniffing at the blood and moving out towards where it led. she wasn't too concerned about the situation for now, figuring that all would be well - he would have made it to aid, but a worry still lingered in her and she knew she had to investigate immediately. she didn't want papa to be hurt. he was finally seeming to be better. maybe if she hadn't slept so deeply she would have been able to help him more. her pace quickened at that thought.
the young cat continued to sniff at the air, scenting the blood, along with her papa. she followed the trail he led carefully but quickly, her worry now rising. bad thoughts started to slowly fill her head and an anxiety rose within her. she wanted to know that papa was okay. and she was getting closer, she could tell by the scent, which worried her a bit more. she gulped and continued moving, looking around her carefully. it wasn't long before she saw a body and froze completely for a split second.
was she asleep again? it was like her bad dream. she ran towards him, fear entering her. "papa!" she cried shakily as she got closer, stopping next to him to look him over. she glanced at the sand next to him, seeing that something was sloppily written in - "i'm sorry". what was he sorry about? she didn't know and didn't bother wasting time to try and think about it, instead focusing on his state. he was unconscious and had bled...a lot. no one had found him. no one had helped him. he didn't make it to anyone. she pushed at him gently. "i-it's okay, p-papa. we'll help y-you." she said breathlessly, trying to reassure him and herself. he was so still.
"w-we need h-help! pa-p-pincher's hurt!" she cried loudly, not wanting to leave his side. he was just so still. he wasn't breathing. she knew he wasn't. but she didn't want to think about it. she wanted to believe there was still time to help him. she laid her front paws and head on his back gently, trying to hold on. "i-it's okay..." she insisted, near silently now. a feeling she had never experienced before was entering her and she didn't know how to describe it.
she felt like she couldn't breathe, even though she knew she could. she felt like she was going to throw up, even though she knew she wouldn't. she felt terrified and...sad. and...angry. she felt so scared. he wouldn't wake up. she knew he wouldn't. she started to slowly sob, her body shaking uncontrollably. she wanted him to be okay. she wanted him to wake up. she wanted to wake up. this was all just another bad dream. soon he would nudge her awake and she would realize that she had been upset over nothing. she was still asleep. everything would be okay. any second she would wake up.
but, she didn't. she wouldn't wake up. she wasn't asleep. this was real, and she could feel it, and she could feel him. he wouldn't move. he wouldn't breathe. he wasn't okay. it wasn't okay. her sobs grew worse and her breathing was harsh. why didn't he wake her up? she would have helped him. why didn't she wake up on her own? why did she have to sleep so well this night? she could have helped him. she knows she could have. why didn't she? she couldn't figure it out. and she didn't know what to do now. "p-pa-papa..." she managed out weakly between her cries, clinging onto him now. come back...she needed him. she needed him so much. she didn't know what to do.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.