The cat of the night.
1. The weird day,
2.The sadness,
3.Emptiness,
A freezing afternoon, coming home from school. The frosty cold feeling flooded the air... Something was off about today, the sun sparkled down, I walked inside I felt the warm air rushing around my body, it was so relaxing. I sit next to my Mum on the couch on the cozy couch, it brang a homey vibe. I wrap my arm around my Mum, I wouldn't normally do that. I glance around the room and see my adorable pure midnight coated cat, with a name of fiery her name was Cinder.
I glance down at her legs, she was limping?!... I tell my Mum and I start panicking, was she hurt? Of course she was! Did she break her leg? Did she fall out of a tree? And so much more possibilities. My mum calls the vet, well I can't be sure it was the vet I just assumed it was... I shaked in fear and anxiety only worrying what happened to my cat...
That day... I felt uneasy uncapable to think of ANYTHING but her... I was empty, there was nothing left... I started crying abit... I don't cry a lot. It felt like... There were knives stabbing me constantly until I drop dead, I wanted to let out my silent scream... My cat is EVERYTHING to me... I'd do anything for her. And I repeat ANYTHING... I felt dead, I felt... DePreSSeD. My cat was my motivation and that motivation felt like it disappeared, it was something you couldn't explain a bond between us, it was a feeling called Love.... After that, I've always felt like a pawn unable to recover after our fight between our enemy Hate....
I glance down at her legs, she was limping?!... I tell my Mum and I start panicking, was she hurt? Of course she was! Did she break her leg? Did she fall out of a tree? And so much more possibilities. My mum calls the vet, well I can't be sure it was the vet I just assumed it was... I shaked in fear and anxiety only worrying what happened to my cat...
That day... I felt uneasy uncapable to think of ANYTHING but her... I was empty, there was nothing left... I started crying abit... I don't cry a lot. It felt like... There were knives stabbing me constantly until I drop dead, I wanted to let out my silent scream... My cat is EVERYTHING to me... I'd do anything for her. And I repeat ANYTHING... I felt dead, I felt... DePreSSeD. My cat was my motivation and that motivation felt like it disappeared, it was something you couldn't explain a bond between us, it was a feeling called Love.... After that, I've always felt like a pawn unable to recover after our fight between our enemy Hate....
