Rough Spots
Written by SoulSurfer4Life
Authors note: I was watching the Lion King yesterday and I thought of this. Basically about Timone as he goes through a hard time in his life. WARNING: CHARATER DEATH! Timone's point of view.
All I ever wanted was a little respect. But no, I had to suffer while others got the credit and respect I deserved. Anyway, I'm standing on Pride Rock, teetering on the edge. I'm standing there because I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the disrespect, the tormenting, the teasing, the shunning, everything. Pumbaa left to see family, and that leaves me all alone. I wonder how he will react when he finds my dead, crushed body at the base of Pride Rock. I know Ma and Pumbaa both love me, but maybe they'll love me even more when I'm dead. I know the other meerkats will respect me. They might even say that I was a great visionary. Who knows? I will. I will be able to look down on the happenings below me, when I'm in Heaven. I will meet my father, whom I lost to the hyenas when I was a baby. I step a bit closer and put my foot down on air. I tumble down toward my death. I hit the ground and die on impact. My funeral was the day after Pumbaa got back from visiting his family. He was in shock; he couldn't believe I had done that. Simba was in disbelief too. He was home when I did my self in. as for me, I'm happy in Heaven. I met my dad, met Mufasa, Simba's father. I know I will be reunited with the people I left behind someday.