500+ Worry clung to her chest like a dying lover, filling her ears with a rasping breath. Her fur stood on edge, almost doubling her size. The soggy wood looked slippery and dangerous, and if Ocèane fell, the lighter hued child was afraid she would never see her irritated sister ever again. There was no close relationship between the two girls, even though she would have loved it. They were simply too different. Ocèane was more like Attila, and Noir could not bear the thought of hurting another being, no matter if it was just play. It simply was not in her nature to do such things. Two identical roses bloomed on each of her plump cheek, caused by the blood that rushed to her face when she got upset. Her baby blue orbs barely able to look at her foolish sister as she was playing with both life and death out there. It felt like someone were slowly suffocating her, and the tan girl soon found herself wheezing, feeling the ground pulsate underneath her. She felt unsteady and needed to lie down, but she couldn’t as long as terror had its firm grip of her heart. The slightly larger girl sat down in the middle of the long bridge of logs and looked in Noir’s direction. For a moment she was not sure if Ocè heard her, but then she called out some silly words. Noir got up and placed her front paws on the end of one of the many logs, feeling her heart flutter unpleasantly.
The girl remaining on the safe ground had problems coming up with a smart answer, so she ended up staring at her other sibling in silence as she got up and continued walking away from her. Oh, she wanted to cry so badly. Why did not Ocè understand that Noir just wanted what was best for her? She softly bit her under lip when her sibling called out her challenge. The tan child was naïve though, and sincerely believed her darker sister’s words. So, in order to make Ocèane come back was to go out there and get her. She shivered, feeling the fear crushing her with its increasing weight. The worst part was that her sibling seemed to find this whole thing amusing. This was not fun at all, this was very dangerous, and why couldn’t her sister realize this? The girl swallowed as she clumsily climbed up on the log on the top of the bridge. Her limbs quickly lost all their strength and started to wobble like jelly. She bit her own tongue in order to keep a sob from revealing itself. She could do this. She just had to get Ocèane and then they would go home and Noir was determined to tell their mother what Ocèane had done even when Noir had told her that she was not allowed to. Her light tail parted with her chubby belly, waving in the air as a balance stick. It could almost seem like a happy wag, but this was very far from the actual truth.
With teeny tiny mouse steps, the little child dared herself further out on the bridge. She could feel her belly boil with sickness as she slowly closed up to her sister. Then she could not do it any longer. Her vision started to play tricks with her, and she felt awfully lightheaded. She clung to the wet wood and closed her eyes, shivering in fear. The sound of water all around her. It was horrible. There were few things the girl hated, but water was one of them. The scent and sound and just knowing she was almost in the middle of a rushing stream, it was just too much. The girl was almost blinded with fear, and she let out a high pitched shriek as she felt the whole world tumbling down on her. This was worse than dying. |
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