Heart Heart Head

I can barely speak...

           I can barely speak, black and white bedsheets

   I felt my heart tremble in my chest at the sight, my eyes stuck wide open and my mouth rested upon gaping. My paws itched to run, and comfort the poor scrap of fur lying there in the thundering path. My ears were pricked forward, trying to catch a sound, but before I could pick up anything from the bitch, another car thundered past, leaving behind an awful aroma, clogging my senses. Although my words caught in my throat, I noticed a little gasp ringing out from my wide-open jaws. I snapped them shut, and took every strength in my muscles to pad forward out from under the bush. The comfort of the tree was more than I could be thankful for, but today was different. My black pelt felt hot, prickling along my spine in absolute fear. My small paws padded forward slowly, carefully towards the black path, towards the body. The stench of blood and near-death flooded her pelt, edging closer I noticed her pelt miss parted and her eyes closed. I slowly edged closer, before another car thundered past, ruffling the small tail on the dog. My pelt prickled in fear and I leapt, my lungs screeching and my mind whirling.

   I attempted to stop but I ran, ran and ran, over the fence and to the door. The no-pelts weren't afriad of cars, so why don't they come out? I balled louder than I'd ever done before, my jaws apart and letting out loud rambles. My voice cracked in fear, as I slowly stood up on my hind legs and braced myself against the door, scraping at it with my paws. I yowled and cried, my body trembling. Please hurry... My breath caught in my throat as nobody answered. I leapt upon the wooden plank held up on the entrance to the home, and looked out upon for her white and black body. Nothing. She's going to die out there. The thought surged my mind. Leaping down, I clawed at the screen door on the side of the house, in attempt to open it. Suddenly, a wash of wind brushed through my pelt, slamming open the door, hitting me backwards. The gloomy sky seemed longer now, as rain-drops trickled down from the weeping clouds.

   I can get into the house from here! I roared to myself, before stammering up and leaping into the space. The checkered floor roomed down the steps into the basement, seemingly more distracting than ever. I ran up the steps and pawed at the door, my voice catching in the depths of the wind beyond me. No response. Waiting, waiting, I stayed, staring and letting out meows of protest, frustration, fear, and pain for my friend, but nothing responded.

   It must've been four to five minutes when I finally gave up, my voice rough and thick with fear. The stench of the road seemed stronger than before, clogging my nose. But I can't help her... I looked behind my shoulder, my thoughts clicking suddenly to place.

   Cookie! I gasped, before hurtling out the door to find her.

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A/N: Ayo new story hoes enjoy it while it lasts Chapter 1 btw, "I can barely speak, black and white bedsheets" 

Go listen to the song by Meg Myers; Heart Heart Head. GG I dont own it