Well here's chapter 2. not much else to say... so I will just get to it.
It was a dark and stormy night. A light rain falling from the demonic clouds that filled the sky. Lightning flashing, lighting up the dark sky for a few seconds, before fading into nothing. In a large field of tall grass there was a small tree. Its branches swaying in the strong wind. Under it there lay a small dog. A dog with a small green jacket and backwards red hat. A dog named itchy. Laying on his stomach, as a small tear made its way down his face. "oh charlie... it wasn't your time... it wasn't your time." he whispered to himself. After the death of his best friend, he sank into a depression. He grew apart from everyone, even Anne. He spent all his days under the tree. It was his place where he was alone, alone to think about his friend. All the good times they had. Alone, he stayed in the past, unwilling and unable to move on. "why charlie... why did it have to happen?" he asked, a stream of tears forming on his face. He never could fully except the reality of charlies death. He kept telling himself he could have made it out, that he may still be alive, But a part of him was unsure. His mind flashed memories of what seemed to be a long time ago. When it was just him and charlie, against the world. He didn't want to do many of the things charlie led him into, but for some reason he always went with whatever charlie did. to Itchy it was because they were friends, no best friends.
To the end... tears again poured down itchy's face as he sobbed. Nothing in the world could change the fact that he was at the end of his rope. There was nothing more he could do. Just count the days go by and sit around in his empty field under his small tree. Nothing could have changed his perspective.
"gee itch you look like your best friend died." itchy jumped in surprise and looked up to see...
"nah I am seeing things, I finally lost it and i am seeing charlie, there gonna put me in the nut house. And i am gonna be rolling on the ground singing long tall sally. Because there is NO way that what I am seeing is real." itchy said in shock.
"at least your not throwing stuff at me like last time." charlie said, flashing his trademark grin.
"charlie... your... your." stuttered itchy, before falling over.
"oh boy..." charlie said.
Bang! Inspiration has struck me! Gonna have chapter three up as soon as I can.