Days bled into nights, and weeks dragged by, each one feeling darker than the last. Chase’s body had grown thinner, his fur rougher, his once bright eyes now dulled by exhaustion and hunger. Survival wasn’t enough anymore; the fight to find food, to stay safe, to avoid being chased away. it felt endless, and more often than not, he found himself questioning why he kept going at all.
One evening, after another long, cold day of scrounging for scraps, Chase wandered back to a narrow alley he had started calling “home.” He lay down on a piece of old cardboard, curling into a ball to stay warm. The ache of hunger gnawed at his stomach, and a familiar heaviness settled over him, clouding his thoughts.
“What am I even doing?” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the alley. His breath came out in a shudder, and he lowered his head, staring at the wet pavement. “Why… why do I keep trying?”
The words echoed in his mind, a question that had been growing stronger with each passing day.
“I’m just a burden,” he muttered, feeling the weight of loneliness pressing down on him. He could almost hear the voices of his old family, the sharp words, the disappointment in their eyes.
“Nobody wanted me then… and no one wants me now.”
The city lights glowed distantly, casting faint shadows in the alley, but none of it felt comforting. Instead, it only reminded him of how alone he was, how he had been forgotten in this vast, uncaring world.
A bitter thought slipped into his mind, one he’d tried to ignore before but now seemed louder than ever.
“Maybe… maybe it would be easier if I just… disappeared.”
The thought terrified him and comforted him all at once. It was as if a weight he hadn’t known he was carrying started to lift, and yet, his heart raced at the idea.
“No more cold, no more hunger… no more feeling like I’m in the way.”
The temptation was strong, and Chase’s gaze shifted to the edge of the alley, where the road met a steep drop down into the canal below.
His heart pounding as he walked toward it. Rain had started to fall again, light at first, then turning into a steady drizzle. The sound of the water hitting the ground filled his ears, drowning out the city noise. As he reached the edge, he peered down into the dark waters of the canal, feeling the cold, empty void staring back up at him.
“Maybe…” he whispered to himself, his voice shaking, “Maybe if I… just stepped forward… it would all stop..."
"C'mon... It's not like someone will miss you, not like someone actually got to know you..." Chase whispered to himself.
Then he felt tears forming in his eyes. His body began to shake, and he let his tears go.
"Noone wants me anyway!" His voice began to be louder.
"Why do I cry?! What's wrong with me! I... I don't wanna live like this... I have nothing, noone! Just let me die God..." He cried out loud, shouting. "I'm.. just... tired!" He said between sobs.
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PawPatrol: Unspoken Heart
FanfictionChase always loved Skye, but she didnt feel it back. she didnt react like she should on his feelings and that made Chase lose his feelings towards her, and he got some mental problems, with self acceptance etc. Skye realised she loves him aswell but...
