Hey there everyone, this is my first story and it is a short one. I drew inspiration from the songs melting and trauma by Kid Cudi. I think the songs go good with the story. I hope you enjoy . Disclaimer I do not own bolt or anything affiliated with Disney as much as I would like to haha. warning mature content.
The Choices We Make
It was a gloomy sunday evening as rain showered the vacant streets of Chicago. The only sound that could be heard besides the rain, was the pitter patter of paws on the sidewalk. White paws that belonged to a german shepherd named Bolt. The rain soaking his fur as he trudged through the city feeling numb to the outside world. Bolt had told no one where he was going , not even his owner who wouldn't have understood him even if he had tried to . He needed to get out of the house and away from all of the noise and anxiety that always followed it. ' This cannot be happening ', the dog thought as he continued along the dim lit street. 'This has to be some kind of dream'. The white shepherd tried reassuring himself, but the pain he was in told him otherwise. "I'm going for a walk Bolt , care to join me"? The shepherd froze in his tracks as a familiar voice rang in his ears. He shook his head violently trying to suppress the memory to no avail. He began running trying to escape the voice that pulled at his heart with every word. " No thanks Mitts, I better stay here and wait for Penny". The memory bombarded the dog's mind as he desperately tried to escape its grasp. "SHUT UPPP", Bolt howled, pain lining his words as he sprinted across the street. Tears started forming blinded the dogs vision causing him to stumble and collide with a metal gate . Bolts head was throbbing and his world was going black. And then it happened, the memory he had been fighting with came into his mind flooding his thoughts leaving him crippled and at the will of his own sanity. "No..n..no", then everything went black.
-flashback
" Hey Bolt , i'm going for a walk and was … what are you doing"? She asked him as he sat their his eyes concentrated on the door. "Bolt please tell me your not trying to use your very non existent heat vision again are you"? Mittens asked with sarcasm in her voice. "Haha very funny Mitts, and I'm waiting for Penny to come back from school". He said shifting his gaze back to the door. "Well anyways I was going to go for a walk and was wondering if you wanted to join me"? She offered. "I didn't know you were the exercising type cat". Bolt said smirking. "I think you have me mistaken for rhino dog", she shot back. They shared a silent glance before bursting out laughing. Once the pair were done rolling on the ground they both sat up trying to keep straight faces. "No thanks Mittens I better stay here and wait for Penny". Bolt stated . "Suit yourself waggs, i'll see you later, she said while jumping up and turning the door knob with her paws."She has to teach me how to do that someday," he mumbled to himself before getting up to close the door. And then he heard it, the skidding of tires, the roar of the engine and a short, deathly yowl followed by silence. Bolt shot up trying to open the door but couldn't grip the knob, he then began slamming against the door as his heart and head started racing." Oh god please no". He had to get to her , he had to save her. Without a second though he leapt up and smashed through the front window rolling to the ground dizzy and bleeding. He looked up , vision blurry, as he made out what had to be a car. He got up shakily as his vision returned to him. He was frozen unable to move for what seemed like hours. Mittens was lying limp on the pavement as blood began pooling around her. "MITTENS', Bolt yelled sprinting toward his fallen friend. "NO NO NO , Mittens stay with me please," Bolt howled cradling her in his arms. "You .. you have to wake up , you can't l..leave me". He cried trembling, trying to get as close as possible to the black tuxedo cat embracing her tightly. Blood and tears soaked both of their fur as the rain began to wash over them.
-End of flashback
Bolt woke up with a start and immediately gripped his head as pain shot through it. He wearily stood up and made his was into the cemetery. He searched for the tombstone he was looking for until he came across it. The one that marked the final resting place of his best friend. It had only been a month since her tragic death but to Bolt it felt like years. He sat down studying the grave with a heavy heart never once taking his eyes off it. "I'm sorry Mitts, I c..couldn't save you." He choked out holding back tears. " I did this," he whispered before lying down next to his friend and closing his eyes. Weeping to sleep, letting the pain and guilt he felt consume him.
