We the Fallen

Chapter 8

Hi. Yes, I'm writing again. If you've read this story before then you know that I have had a lot of beef with it due to lack of response to the story. I love this story so much, but if no one likes the story as well then I don't understand the point in sharing. I've always enjoyed communication. Especially within the comment section about the story me and other readers enjoy. If you don't like the story fine let me know so I can stop pushing something that isn't working. I want to focus on other projects but to see this incomplete with no way of telling if anyone even likes it bothers the shit out of me. Yeah, I know it seems sad to think that I rely on others opinions to get me through writing, but hearing or reading that someone has enjoyed my storytelling makes me want to write more so...yeah. That's all. Without further ado Chapter 8.

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I ran past the sign twirling and laughing hysterically tears flooded my vision there was no other place I'd rather have been in that moment. I look at Dipper and stop my sudden smile dropping faster than a sunset in the summertime. I noticed how tired my brother was. Skin paler than a sheet and bags so deep and dark under his eyes, I silently wonder where his glasses had gone or if they'd been lost in the fire. It's been several weeks since that day. Dipper in all his mysterious ways almost made me forget it ever happened but, that's what he does best, isn't it... make me forget all my sadness and cover it with a blanket of security and soft-spoken fog. 

"Thank goodness the town was small it was only a couple more miles till we actually reach the shack since it was still in the semi-forest-y area." I sigh quietly. I know my sister worries and I know that I should let her tend to me every once in a while but I-I just can't bring myself to make her worry any more than she is. I haven't told her anything about that night wanting to focus more on making sure we were safe from danger before confronting her inevitable shock. As we make our way through the paved forest trail my sister in all her optimism challenges me to a game of tag, who was I to refuse. We ran through the woods panting and laughing as my sister gracefully moved about the forest ahead of me I was hit by a wave of nausea. It was sudden. it was harsh, like a punch to the gut or as if someone had reached on the inside of me and squeezed my stomach.  I couldn't help the chocked up yelled that raked though me. I could practically feel my sisters sudden halt as she quickly turned herself back around. I could do nothing but empty the contents of my gut. Nothing but black, what I hope is, bile. I could almost see the shack through the trees we were so close. I shook my form growing cold. I coughed and coughed and could damn well taste my own blood on my tongue. I felt cold shudders wrack my weaken frame even more so I could feel bullets of sweat cascading down my forehead and back. Which felt like an eternity. Was really only ten minutes of my sister trying to call my stomach and herself as she ran back towards the shack for help. For this, I should've been upset, but remembering that she still had trouble trying share the love of piggyback rides a month ago it's a safe bet to say she couldn't lift me. As I began to black out I began to see blurred figures 1..2...3. I knew at that point whether I was safe or not I was out for the count.

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I know this is not a very long chapter but I hope it was enjoyed.