The Forest Sonamy, Silvamy, or Shadamy

Breathe

"Mmh..."

I slowly opened my eyes, I didn't move - I didn't do anything. My eyes stared at my chest, I noticed how dirty my white fur had gotten from laying on the forest floor. What felt like an eternity, a tear escaped my eyes.

         "Goddammit.."

I lifted my arms over my face and continued my sobbing from earlier. My world ripped away from me in an instant. Why? What did my parents do?? Why did they show up and kill them... what - I..

Hic

I turned to my side, the tears fell the side of my face. My nose dripped snot, but I didn't wipe it away.. it was the last thing on my mind. I curled up into a ball and sobbed harder. I wanted to go home, I want everything to be the way it was. I wanna hug my mum, I wanna joke with my paps.

My chest felt immense pain, but my brain felt numb, it was exhausting. I could feel my heartbeat increasing every second. My breathing wavered, as I trembled. My hands balled up into fist as I attempted to shift up-words to get back in my feet- but it was no use.

I laid there, if my breathing wasn't loud, my heart beat was louder. I was in full panic attack mode. A million thoughts running around my brain, trying to rack what happened, why it happened, and what should I do next. But no answers to any of them.

I closed my eyes desperately trying to sleep more, I needed to escape these feelings. I can't deal with it. It hurts. I'm scared. I wanna go home.

It was in that moment I heard leafs being disturbed by someone stepping on them, which made my vision swirl. My blinking started to increase, and my stomach started turning. My eyes were flooded with tears and my face dripping with snot. I barely look up at the direction I heard the leaves being disturbed. I noticed a figure.

For a split second I saw my mom. My mind immediately calmed, the sun flickered in my eye and I was instantly hit with a small flash back of my mom telling me to,

       "Breathe, it's gonna be okay".

I closed my eyes, and did exactly that. I started feeling a smidge better. My heart beat was still racing, but my mind started clearing. It was then I decided to open my eyes, and use my hands to wipe my face off. I noticed the figure was limping. My nose was stuffy, so I was sniffing but I found strength in me to get up.

I noticed the guy walking closer to me, it almost looked like he was about to fall, so I cautiously walked twords him. I noticed the closer I got to him, the more bloody he got. He as holding his side, assuming that's where the source was coming from.

              "He....ey", my voice failed to say what I wanted, I was to weak. I tried again, and eventually was able to say what I wanted.

The guy noticed me, the closer we got, he seemed to not want to interact with me. The voice inside me didn't want to interact with him either, but my good conscience wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I didn't.

I went up to him and he looked at me, his face looked a bit angry, he even tried to get past me.

             "H-hey, are you okay?", I weakly asked. The guy didn't answer, he only grunted and continued on his way.

I clutched my fist and went to grab him by the shoulder to stop him, but he faltered back and fell on his rear end. Because this happened, he let out a groan.

             "Excuse me", I finally mustered to say out loud. The guy turned to me, barely keeping his eyes opened.

I walked up to him to get an understanding of what exactly happened to him. I noticed his side had a deep wound, my only guess was a ....

I turned away and fell to the floor and crawled a-bit before throwing up. I started panting. What I saw triggered me. It was a gunshot wound. I felt my chest squeeze  my eyes squeeze closed as my breathing was increasing.

                "He-y. Buddy. ... min-aug...d helping?", the guy asked me out in agony.

I don't think I can help him, looking at it is painful, it's just to painful for me. My breathing increased and I started shaking before gagging a bit.

It hurts to much. I looked at the guy whom I just asked for help, he was shaking. I really need his help. I don't think I'll make it. He seems to freaked out from the wound. I need to calm him down.

            "Buh...-". Dammit it hurts to much.

I didn't look at him I was tensed up in a crawl position, really trying not to cry.

      "Breath...".

My eyes shot open.  A few tears fell down my cheeks from hearing him say that. It was oddly comforting. Weither it was cause it reminded me of my mom, or that he's worried about me, givin' the state he's in.

I decided to numb my self, to the best of my ability's. I started wiping my face off again, breathing to myself, and slowly got up. I faltered a bit but managed.

Sniff "alright. I noticed it was a gunshot... wound". I nearly gagged saying that.

The blue hedgehog was sitting in his rear end, holding his hand on the wound. Which was seemingly wrapped up in a, now soaked in blood, cloth. He nodded and looked at me.

I furrowed my brows and looked around. I looked for a water source, by luck there was a mini river a little walk over. I go back to the guy and told him about it. The guy nodded. The next thing I had to do was move him there but the issue is- I'm too weak, and so is he.

"Alright, so ... um. I'm gonna drag you and you kick your feet and help... It's gonna hurt".

"Mmhm. Alrig...ht". The guy said out loud in agony.

I walked behind him and put my hands through his arms which made him hold ontop them, I tried my best not to squeeze the area where he was hurt. But it was unavoidable. I slowly tried dragging him, he was using most of his strength on his legs to help me move him. It barely was working, but he was slowly moving.

Each move he moaned and groaned in pain, he started to cry abit as well, which ended up being a domino effect. I started to cry myself, as we slowly moved him. What had felt like forever I finally moved him next to the river. I sat down right as we got there and caught my breath, as I was crying.

"Good... Jo- ah...b" the guy rolled into a ball. He was in so much pain.

I nodded and calmed down a bit. I looked at my hands and arms. There was blood on them. I quickly stood up and went to a tree and threw up once more.

"I'm so sorry", I told him as I puked again. The blue guy was to busy laying down in pain.

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