Sunset Valley When the Canary doesn't sing...

No chance...No choice... Her paws thundered against the ground with adrenaline-fueled power. No light...without darkness... Her baby blue eyes were enlarged with fear. Must...go on. She ran, she ran from the thing that chased her. The thing that attacked her. The thing that drove her into the Earth. That would never let her escape. Never. The thing that ate her from inside....Memory. She tripped over a rock and fell to the hard earth, sobbing without tears. It was just sound, dry, cold sound. The sound of a million cries poured from her mouth. Why? Why did it attack her so? What had she done, in any way, to deserve this? 

The sobs stopped, and only rattling breaths came from the beautiful creature. Her silken fur had dried blood in it and her gorgeous baby blue eyes looked milky and haunted. She shivered, her paws shaking and tail quivering. The memories attacked her fiercely here, now at her weakest point. Batting her over and over again. Sinking its fangs into her brain, causing her to still, like solid stone. Her eyes were the widest they could be expanded, and her breaths were tiny puffs, quieter than ever.