EDDIES POV-
i woke up yet again to the dog, whining. i rolled my eyes and put my hands over my ears. i slept on a pile of hard, pointy rocks digging into my back. i got up, and walked out to the road. i had no idea how much a ran into the woods last night, but it seemed like hours before i got out of the forest. the entire way there the dog was silent. i smiled, looking back. "hazel" i said. the dog tilted his head. "hazel," i repeated. the dog yapped and jumped on to my legs. "hazel it is" (the name hazel was suggested by @fuzzy.peach on instagram!)
hazel and i trotted down the road when i realized i was thirsty, and hazel was probably thirsty as well. my jeans are already ripped, my shirt covered in dust, dirt blood and chicken shit. we walked for a while when we came across a starbucks.
"stay here" i said to hazel. i walked in and got many, many looks. some were sympathetic, some looked like they though i was going to kidnap there families and kill everyone. i walked up to a young girl with red hair, she's 16 or 17 maybe? "hello! i'm sadie! what can i get for you" the woman said, apparently sadie. "is water free?" i asked, frowning. "only if you buy something else with it" she said, smiling. "listen, my dog and i are fucking dying out there can i please just have two cups of water!"
the girl frowned. and then nodded. she handed me two large cups of ice water. i thanked her, and rushed out the door, spilling a little. hazel looked confused and worried. i ran to a car and sat on the hood. i cupped my hands and poured some water in them. hazel was practically a vacuum. so i gave him the entire cup. he finished in about a couple seconds when i took maybe a couple minutes. this could be my only water for, who knows how long? it's summer so there literally zero rain.
even after a day hazel looks less skinny. he looks skinny, of corse but not like he's dying.
i sat on a bench next to a gas station. there were a lot of people, and i don't think hazel liked that. he sat under the bench and curled around my feet. the woman sitting next to me stood up, to get on her phone. she left her wallet and her coat. i slowly snuck my hand to her wallet and stuck it in my pocket. i walked pretty fast with hazel. but he couldn't keep up. i knew he was hungry, tired or something. i picked him up and ran, feeling him sink into my arms. (he's not dying don't worry) i got to an ally way and looked in the wallet. her driving license her name was... ms. TOZIER? shit shit! that's richies mom! fuck, i dropped it on the ground. she had some credit cards and other stuff i didn't really care about. but she had $150 dollars in it. yes! score! i lied down with hazel on some cardboard boxes. he lied his neck down on my knee.
later i woke up, to someone tapping my shoulder. "you okay boy?" a old, weird man asks. no. i wasn't. "i'm fine" i said, laying my head back. "what's his name?" the man said pointing to my dog. "hazel"
it felt like 1,000,000 questions until he finally said goodbye. it was dark and sprinkling by the time he went. i wandered the streets, hazel energetic by my side. i sat down, grabbed a twig and threw it for him. he ran and picked it up, but found something in the tree. he barked at it as he ran down the tree, and across the field. "get it boy!" i said excited. he chased so far i couldn't see him. oh no. i crossed the street and called his name for about five minutes until i finally heard a distant whimper. the whines continued. and i followed as they got louder and louder. i finally reached him, and found him on the ground, his paw mangled. i sighed and picked him up. "i never should have let you come with me"i said, plopping him down under a tree. i lied down, snuggling his chest. "good night hazel"
i opened my eyes to see a boy with big, thick lensed glasses, black curly hair, cute freckles and a skinny form. "what you doin here?"
okay, i'd much rather talk to him than that old man. "homeless" i said. "petty boy" the teen said. "what's your name?" "edward, or eddie. just never call me ed's" i said smiling. i remembered richie used to call me ed's and id get so mad at him. "i'm richie, uh richie tozier"
