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Prologue: Withholding a Scream
Dark clouds began to form above a cream-colored hedgehog who shakingly stood in front of a large apple tree. She stared blankly at it, watching the tree's leaves and apples shake as the wind began to howl. With her hands, she combed back the sprawled quills that covered her face so that she could still hold a clear view of the tree. There were scorch splotches that covered her body. Blood could be visually seen on her body, but from the look of the trailing scrapes along her body, the blood was not hers.
The hedgehog had hazy-blue bloodshot eyes that were swollen. Her body ached as she wrapped her arms around herself, a sad attempt searching for warmth. She tried her best to hold back her tears that wanted to burst forward; at times, several tears would trickle down from her face. She quickly wiped them away as if someone was about to see her cry.
Trapped in a dream like state, her ability to scream was just out of reach. She wanted to mourn and wail, but could not; her throat was swell and filled with pained. It was as if someone had taken her voice. . . a scream that couldn't be set free.
She coughed, the burning sensation filled her eyes and nose as she tried her best to force out a cry. Her cries made no sound, she only produced emotions. A loud pinging sound rang in her ear, along with white noise. She could no longer hear the tree's leaves or the whistling wind, only the white noise buzzing. She rubbed her ears immensely in hopes that the sound would come out like water clogged in one's ears. When she let her knees hit the ground, she gave up trying to pat the sound out. Her hands then found her way down on the mud alongside her knees. She clenched the gooey substance in frustration and anger as her hands began to shake. She had a hard time trying to breathe because of how dense the air around her felt. She wept. Gasps of air rushed into her chest as fast as she was able to breathe. Her hands trembling hands covered her face.
A clean white glove softly fell on her shoulder, making her lightly flinch. "It's alright." The calm voice said. "You did all that you could."
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