Chapter 2: Memories (WARNING: FLUFFY ANGSTY FILLER AHEAD!)

Netty shook Squaishy awake. The girl lay on her bed, fast asleep. Netty honestly felt bad. The girl looked just as exhausted as she had all those years ago.

(FLASHBACK, STAMPY AGE 8, NETTY AGE 10.)

The cat family rode in their large station wagon. They were laughing and having fun. It was two weeks before Stampy's ninth birthday. They arrived at an intersection and stopped at the red light. Netty turned to her little brother, poking him teasingly.

"So, do I get a wedding invitation for you and Squaishy soon?" she jabbed his side, making the boy laugh.

"Maybe," the boy murmured. In truth, the eight year old showed a great deal of respect to the other girl, who was only a couple months younger than him. He grinned as he thought about the girl, with her gorgeous features and beautiful brown hair.

(Don't question what Squaishy is in these stories. Cuz I don't know either.)

Suddenly, as they pulled forward when the light turned green, a huge red and white van hit them broadside, causing both cars to spin out into the middle of the road.

Netty awoke to the smell of burning rubber and metal. Then there was the copper smell. She realized it was blood. She looked to her right and to her horror, Stampy wasn't there. Then, she realized, that he was laying on the roof of the car. They were upside-down! She unfastened her seatbelt and fell a few inches to the roof. She reached out a paw and felt her brother's throat. His pulse beat strong beneath her furry fingers. She ran them along his chest, arms and legs, finding at least one cracked rib and a broken arm. But the arm, which was bent in an unnatural way, was obvious. She then turned to the front seat. She saw her parents and knew instantly that both of them were dead. She gagged, then turned and threw up. She regained her composure. No time to mourn now. She had a wounded little brother to take care of.

2 DAYS LATER

Stampy had woken up early on the second day. When he discovered what happened, he had stopped talking or making eye contact. Squaishy arrived several hours later, when he was allowed visitors.

"Hey Stamps. How are you feeling?" she asked, trying to arouse him.

He simply ignored her, suddenly finding a wrinkle in his blanket fascinating. His arm was wrapped in a thick orange cast. She frowned.

"Are you mad at me Stamps?" she asked, raising her eyebrow playfully. Netty watched from the corner.

The boy quickly shook his head, making Netty's eyes widen. This was the furthest anyone had gotten all day.

"Then look at me," she commanded.

Stampy's eyes flickered upwards before returning to his blanket.

"Stamps…," Squaishy warned.

Finally, he looked up. The two eight year olds locked eyes. Netty was taken aback. Squaishy was surprisingly mature for her age. She watched as the younger girl sat down by her brother, holding his paw and rubbing the top of it. Squaishy smiled.

"There. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" she asked him.

Netty was really surprised when she saw the corners of Stampy's mouth twitch upwards as he fought a smile. Was this girl a magician? She certainly was a miracle-worker.

"So, you never answered my question. How are you feeling?" she asked again.

He mumbled something too quiet for the girls to hear. Netty strained to hear.

"What was that?" Squaishy said.

"Not too good," Stampy said in a soft, almost timid voice.

"Why is that?" she asked, copying his hushed tone.

"I hurt my arm and my parents…," he trailed off, a lone tear rolling down his cheek.

Squaishy wiped it away. "It's okay. I'm here," she murmured, hugging her friend.

Netty left the room to talk to Squid and Lee, Stampy's best friends. They had met in third grade, which Stampy had just finished. They were both a year older. She left them to talk for a few hours. Squaishy had been in the waiting room since the previous day waiting to see him, and Netty learned from the girl's parents that she had barely slept. They tried to get her to go home, but she had flat out refused. The younger child looked exhausted. She returned to find both of them sleeping. She grinned.

END CHAPTER 2.

AN This was just a fluffy, angsty little thing I thought up while watching Star Wars Rebels. I have no idea how SWR went to Minecraft.