Author's Note: Good news I think my grammar improved a bit, but bad news is that this story so short as you can see. Ill might go back and more detail, but as it stands I think it is alright. Please do let me know what I can do better next time.
Yeah; don't ask why I thought of another sad story for Wakko. I am not sure myself.
A dog-like boy lay on the cold, hard ground. He felt searing pain in his stomach over his wet shirt. Though blurry his he saw the guy, the unmerciful guy that shot standing in place. Judging by the sounds of it, he was talking the police officers. The boy might have not known how he gotten in this situation, but it matters not; nothing did. He knew he wasn't going to make it.
"Why me?" He wondered. It was not like the child was a horrible person and for the most part. Sure, he did some terrible stuff, however those were either the people he annoyed was jerks, he let his fun get the better of him, or a person ticked him off, but no matter how those acts were, how could this justified it? Nobody's perfect and creatures like him was no exception.
As vision started to worsen, he coughed on his hand. Painting, he looked his shaky, blood stained white glove. Tears started stream down. He thought about his older brother and younger sister. How would they react, knowing that he left them prematurely? They would be devastated at the knowledge. His sister, Dot was still young and innocent that she'll believe whatever story his brother, Yakko would tell, however Dot, like most kids was smart. She could figure it out, though her young age might cause her to forget all the memories they spend together the good and the bad once she gets older. Yakko on the hand would be the one heart-broken the most and would have emotional burdens on his shoulders then if it was if the three of them. Their psychiatrist, Doctor Scratchansniff, despite all of the torments he and hand his siblings put him through, would be there for the two, yet their only so much he could do.
He felt his body getting colder as his sight goes to dark and more tears slid down. At that moment, he regretted not being able to see his two siblings one last time, though it would be difficult for them all to say good-bye. The boy did not want to die alone, not like this. Heat soon found its way on to parts of his body before going away. It frighten him. He heard some voices close by though, now could not make out what they were saying. Just then, the warmth came back, this time covering more of his body and did not flee. He soon felt water droplets fall on his face and chest. He assumed it was brother embracing him, however at this moment he did not care. A soft smile broke out on his face as he mustered the last remaining scraps of strength he had left. The child said one line, "thank you" before he slipped away.
Author's Note: Hope you guys like this and in case wondering about that ending, it was Yakko comforting Wakko in his final moments. Next story entry hopefully be humors on with Wakko in it. Wish me luck that I would not make it too terrible.
