The Moon Shines On Starlight

Chapter Three/The White Room

"I embraced who I am and I don't want to stop it."

-Supergirl

I saw what I thought was Rotter's coat. The fear is still rattling through me. I calmed myself down. I started to run. I needed to be away, just in case it was him. I knew my brother would kill me in a heartbeat. There was no denying it, Rotter was loyal, as loyal as they come. I ran until I was out of breath. I was good at that. Running, it was always the one thing I could do. Being the small one of the pack, I was considered weak.

Being weak also led me to being scrawny, small and most importantly fast. As long as I was fast I could outrun anything. I could survive anything, you just have to be quicker to catch me. As I have mentioned before, I started to grow barely. I didn't grow a lot but I was still growing. I was still depressed.

I had watched my brother kill my other brother. Not to mention, one of my sisters passed away. Kenzie might have been stuck up sometimes, but she was my sister. We even chewed each other's ears when we were first born. Also, my Mother betrayed me and my brother Owen as well. Then she turned around and was first in line to take Kenzie's place.

If it wasn't for Kenzie dying, Mother would be here with me right now. Who knows, the human might have killed her too. I sniffed around, my mind was going in so many directions. I needed a place to stay. No. I need food to eat. No. I need to drink something. Not that either. Oh, I have to go pee. No, I don't think that was it either. I went back to my first thought. I needed a place to stay. I slowly walked around, sniffing different areas where there weren't any dogs. We wouldn't get on their territory now would we.

I finally found a spot by an old building. Its windows are dark and tinted. The paint on the walls outside crumbling down. I smelled burnt tires in the air. It calmed me down. The noises around me slowly died down as I laid my head down. I closed my eyes, sleep coming into my mind. Sleep. Ruff.

I was drifting. That's how all my dreams started; I was floating. Dreaming. You wouldn't think dogs do, but they do, we dream just like humans.

Humans are always saying. "Dogs don't dream. They don't have a soul."

That, in fact, is a straight up lie. We dream. I dream of running through grassy fields. Oh how I love grassy fields. I can't forget about sticking my tongue out, and tasting all the sweet scents of the air. Each has a different flavor. You would be surprised how many stinky humans I taste daily. Dogs do dream, sometimes we have nightmares too.

The dream I was having though was quite different from my usual grassy fields though. It was pitch black. I was laying down. I was just there. No humans. No loud noises. Currently nobody was there, it was just me. I was panting, my breathing heavy. I was scared but in a good way. I wasn't terrified. Something about my dream didn't feel scary or intense.

Like a flip of a switch it went from pitch black to a blinding white light. I think I preferred the dark room better. I was in a white room. I looked around, there were no windows. No way for me to escape if I could. I first thought I was captured and I was going to starve again. My fear creeping back into my bones. Then, I woke up, the dream was over with. Just like that. I woke up to my old building.

I turned and scratched my butt, nibbling on it and laid back down. I scrunched everything together. I laid back down, it was night time. I looked up at the stars. They were bright, especially one of them. I blinked. Dogs couldn't cry, but I was crying inside. Owen. My brother left too soon.

I couldn't go back to sleep, but I was bored. I laid there, still looking up at the bright stars shining down on everyone. The streets were quiet. People in their homes, resting. I could hear the squeaks of rats running through the dumpsters. I closed my eyes, but instead of sleeping, I sent a silent prayer to Baboo. Our God, that's what we called him. Baboo, instead of the fancy name humans give him. I didn't fully believe in him. I had hope, but it was always diminished.