Broken Whispers

Run Run

The teen jolted awake at the sound of dogs barking in the distance, his luck held firm for the moment though because he had not fallen out of the tree in his sleep. Though he couldn't say the same for the scattered bits of papers in the foliage that used to be the small journal he'd been writing just the night before.

He looks up at the sound of the barking growing louder,
'oh gods' he thought frantically 'They actually got dogs to try and track me down!?'
Panicking he grabbed the backpack, that held all the rest of his megar belongings and haphazardly worked his way down the tree. Springing as soon as he feet touched the ground he thought back on what lead he to end up in this predicament.

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Trick Apparthy was always an energetic kid, climbing trees getting in trouble, bringing home wild snakes. He figured a normal childhood. Right up until a distant cousin of his died and the family went to the funeral. Now, Trick didn't know his cousin, so this was really just formality to the five year old, who refused to let go of his snake plushie, Sneek, even though his parents fought with him over leaving it at home.

This funeral, the showing at least,  was in a church. Trick had never been to a church before, but thought it was cool and all... Until some crazy bad things started happing near him in the building.

The first thing that happened was his older sister tripping on the hem of her dress and tearing it, having to go wait in the car because she was, to quote their mother,
'Embarrassing the family' and had to go 'Fix herself up' That's what Trick remembers her say at least.

Then Sneek, his plushie went missing. He started crying over not being able to find him but no one seemed to realize he was crying about his plushie not his barely know cousin. The kept patting him on the head and hushing him.

But the final thing that made him and his direct family have to leave was went they went up to the casket for Mother to say goodbye to his cousin, the leg on the table for the casket broke, sending tha casket and corpse sliding down the slanted table with a shuddering bang.

Mother quickly ushered Trick out the door, the five year old still upset about his missing snake plushie.

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Authors Notes:

*Sighs and ruffles my own hair*
I really should be packing or sleeping right now, not writing embarrassingly short chapters on underdeveloped stories.
*Huffs out another sigh*
Sorry guys, I'm trying in a way I guess...

Fluffy Shadow Out!