The Scarlet Ibis: Doodle's POV

[Soba]

Author's Note: Okkkaaayyy...this was a school assignment. I suggest you read The Scarlet Ibis before reading this, unless you think you can get the whole story in this little document. Not the happiest 22 paragraphs in the world, but hey, they got me an A.

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I watched the clouds closely. The sky was steadily darkening with the upcoming of a fearful storm. It sent chills up and down my spine thinking about it. I turned my gaze back to my brother. He was beginning to speed up, making it a little harder to keep up with him. Soon we were both running, though, I felt my brother was running away from me rather the storm. My breath caught in my chest as I struggled to keep up.

The rain was coming at a quick pace, as if afraid it would lose its chance to free itself from the dark clouds. A startled yelp ripped from my throat as lightening found its jagged path down to earth, demolishing a gum tree ahead of us.

I slipped in the mud, slamming my head into a large rock hidden by the grass. The taste of blood flooded into my mouth, bringing a horrific pitch to my gut. Thunder clapped as if sounded by mighty hands were applauding the show lightening had put on.

When the deafening roar of thunder had died down, I looked about. Where was my brother? Didn’t he hear my yell? Then I could see him, his form was steadily getting farther and farther away. “Brother, Brother, don’t leave me! Don’t leave me!” Lightening struck another nearby tree, shattering it like glass.

My breathing was speeding up dangerously. I scrambled to my feet only to collapse back onto the muddy ground. The smell of wet earth filled my nostrils. “Brother, please…” My legs hurt horribly, maybe twisted when I fell. My fist pounded the ground, sending dark splashes up in the air to meet with the downpour of tears from the sky. The wind whipped around, sending my screams back into my face.

Why was this happening! I know I wasn’t the best brother, but I tried! I really did…

Did my brother really not want me because I was different? Was he really that embarrassed to have me as his little brother? Because I couldn’t run as fast or climb trees like other kids?

Lightening flashed threateningly at a safe distance away, thunder following with its horrible jeers. They were mocking me.

I coughed, spitting up most of the blood seething from my mouth. I had to find a shelter.

I pushed myself up on my knees, crawling to the nearest bush that would keep me safe from the storm. I gingerly pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my arms on them. “Brother…don’t leave me…”

Why did my voice sound so weak? It’s sickening! Why couldn’t I be like all the other kids! Would my brother like me then?

I coughed again, more blood coming forth. Pain was forming in my head and chest. I was getting really scared.

Where was my brother and why wasn’t he coming back for me?

“Doodle! Doodle, where are you!”

My painfully pumping heart jumped to my throat. I wanted to call back to him, but my voice was caught, forced back down by more coughing. I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. I was over worked, as usual, but it shouldn’t take this effect now. Not now.

But he left me. He hates me, my dear perfect brother hates me just as the snake despises the mongoose.

I began to sob, cough, my breathing becoming too short. My head throbbed painfully and my heart was threatening to burst in my chest. I could still hear my brother calling me and I wanted to answer so badly, but the words wouldn’t come.

My vision swam before me in a flurry of colors, steadily fading to black. His voice sounded so far away, drowned out by the slowing beat of my heart. What was going on?

My breath hitched in my throat, I couldn’t breathe. Then I coughed, spilling more blood than before. I was so scared, I knew what was happening. Brother, please save me!

My head dropped down to my arms like a heavy boulder. This was the end my brother promised I wouldn’t get to, my end.

“Let’s go, Doodle.” My brother’s hands touched my forehead. My eyes slipped closed as I fell to the blood stained earth. His touch felt so cold, his voice was muffled.

An ice cold feeling had crept over me as my brother began shaking me, enclosing me in a dark cloak, whispering my end. Through it, I could hear my brother’s cries die away as I slipped into the dark. “Doodle! Doodle! Don’t leave me!”

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A/N: Just in case you didn't figure it out, Doodle was born with an illness, giving him a physical disability. Too much work on his body can and did kill him. And I DO own this (sorta kinda, the character isn't mine), I am [b]guilty-silence[/b] at fictionpress.

Great story!

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