Well, my friends, this is a work in progress. I will keep hacking at it, put instead of a big pick I'll be using one of those tiny little needle-pick things. Writer S. Block, my new worst enemy, has taken my big pick and given it to Russia. (If any of you catch that reference. If not, don't worry, wasn't anything truly interesting, just me attempting to be funny. xD)
ENJOY!
Chapter 11
TheOshawott
Clearly, Dark was not happy. He walked with his head down. There was no expression on his face, which just made him seem sadder. His eyes were darting back and forth across the ground. I could tell he was thinking some pretty intense thoughts.
Suddenly Carry stops, sits up, and then does a paw-palm. "We have badges, gosh damn it! How many times have we forgotten them!?"
And so we teleported back to the base.
TheVaporeon
It was raining back at the base, but still Dark went outside. I snuck up the ladder and peered outside at him.
His head was down, water dropping from his soaked fur. It looked like those sad scenes in movies when the whole world cried at your loss.
I don't know how, but I knew he was crying. There was no slight shake of his shoulders, no piercing, terrible cry. All there was was him, head down. Maybe this was how Dark cried.
"Heather, leave him." I look down to see Carry, who was looking up at me with a sad and knowing expression.
"Okay," I said reluctantly, and I get back down.
"Hey," Jared said as we join him back in the room. Even he sounded depressed.
"Hey," I said back, and I lay in my bed, facing the ceiling.
"Why are we all so depressed?" Carry asked, plopping down in her own bed.
"Who knows," I said. "Maybe Dark being so sad makes us all so sad."
"Wouldn't surprise me," Carry said. "Happiness runs in a circular motion, why wouldn't sadness?"
"What?" Jared and I asked at the same time.
"It's a song," Carry explained.
"Is it happy?" I asked next.
Carry shrugged. "Sometimes."
"Sing it for us," Jared pleaded. "Please?"
"If you insist," she said, and she rolled over in her bed to face the ceiling, like me. "It's by a guy named Donovan Leitch."
"Littlepebbleuponthesand
Nowyou'relyinghereinmyhand,
Howmanyyearshaveyoubeenhere?
Littlehumanuponthesand,
FromwhereI'mlyinghereinyourhand,
Youtomearebutapassingbreeze.
Thesunwillalwaysshinewhereyoustand
Dependinginwhichland
Youmayfindyourself.
Nowyouhavemyblessing, goyourway.
Happinessrunsinacircularmotion
Thoughtislikealittleboatuponthesea.
Everybodyisapartofeverythinganyway,
Youcanhaveeverythingifyouletyourselfbe.
Happinessruns, happinessruns.
Happinessruns, happinessruns."
(RIKKILUCARIO7 RECOGNIZESTHATSHEDOESNOTOWNTHISSONG.)
For a long time no one said anything. After awhile Carry sang it again. Jared asked for it only once more, but Carry ended up singing it about ten times upon our asking.
And when Dark came in in the middle of the night, dry, we were all up and Carry sang once more. Jared and I whispered the lyrics to ourselves, committing them to memory.
"Thank you," Dark whispered. "Thank you."
I hope you guys enjoyed that :)