The Ghosts of Beverly Drive

It was worse now, everything was worse now. He was completely alone now, no Shiloh, no Echo, and now he was back in the land that he had tried so hard to leave behind. He couldn’t recall how he had lost his friends, only that they were gone, and now he was alone, and at the mercy of his own thoughts. He laid on his side, baking in the sun as the ghosts of his past whispered cruelly in his mind, his eyes shut tightly in a failed attempt to keep them out. A sorrowful whine lifted his lungs and escaped him softly. His fur had grown thin and patchy I the places where he had scratched obsessively and his claws had been chewed down to rough nubs that stung whenever he moved. He felt like he was dying, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. He opened one speckled eye to look up at the gorge as he laid in the dry river basin then slowly focused on the cracked ground in front of him. As long as he laid there, sooner or later he would die, most likely from thirst. He wondered what that would be like. Would he go into shock and slip away peacefully? Or would he writhe in death throws and dig desperately with his useless paws for water? Yosep only knew.

Spider speaking You  Toad's voice