The Sound They Make

The pain was horrific. He wasn't even quite sure how he got here. Somehow, obviously, but he couldn't remember any sort of details. The pain that rocketed his body clouded his mind and made thinking quite difficult.

Below him, his small terrier barked and yapped as he jumped and tried to reach his beloved master. That barking only made it even more difficult for him to think. The warmth of blood spread through his torso as he hung there, suspended, over the ground. He had fallen from the roof of his house. Fallen, and skewered, himself on a thick tree branch he had recently cut from their tall oak tree. It was as if the tree was getting its revenge.

The branch went through his torso. If looked up, he could see the wood exiting his gut. He hadn't the heart nor the energy to look up again though. The first glimpse was too horrific. He could see everything. The bloody branch, where the branch had speared him, even his exposed guts and intestines. When he looked up he could clearly see his large intestine wrapped grotesquely around the branch like a fat slumbering snake basking in the warm sunlight. He could almost feel the rough bark on his organs.

Unmoving, he stayed there. He didn't make a single sound. His children were inside. He prayed to God they would not come out and find him. His blood slowly drained from his body and was pooling on the ground. What is they did come out? His two darling little girls. Both not even ten years of age. If they found him.... Damn he didn't know what he would do.

Even in the sunlight his body began to grow cold. The very life was beginning to leave his body. The wind kicked up slightly. As it rustled the leaves in the tree, he could feel the branch inside of him moving. By now, his body was so numb he could feel no pain. Still, the very feeling was eerie and disgusting. Then, he began to feel himself slide farther down the branch. He could see the part that stuck out of him growing larger. His intestines stretched and grew tight around the branch. For a moment he stopped sliding. His own organs being the only thing holding him up.

He couldn't bare to watch. The very sight almost caused him to pass out from shock. Then, the most revolting sound was heard. As he hung there, he could hear his intestines growing taught and stretching far passed their limit. A muffled pop was heard as the intestine broke free of the branch. A gut wrenching sound. Like a cork being pulled from a bottle of wine.

His body lurched as the branch speared through him more. As he slid his body made a sort of grinding noise. Muffled by the blood and tissue. Jesus ehe wished he would hurry and die. He didn't want to go through this anymore.

He was stuck like that for hours before he heard the padding of little feet on wood. He could tell that he was about to die but the sound horrified him more than being skewered on the branch of a tree.

"DADDY DADDY!"

His girls were coming closer. He hadn't the energy to tell them to go away. He could hear the happiness and excitement in their voices as they ran closer. Obviously unaware of the horrors that waited just around the corner. His vision was blurring and beginning to darken. He stared in despair in the direction of his girls. They both came running swiftly around the corner. At first they didn't see him. Then, a muffled gasp was heard, followed quickly by a cry of anguish and shock. They dropped whatever they were holding and fell backwards as his vision dimmed farther.

The last thing he saw was the absolute horror etched into his darling baby girls' faces. The last thing he heard was the screams of his daughters. The pride and joys of his life where now forever scarred. All because of him...

"I'm sorry...."