Through the Eyes of the Clouds

Words, and Feelings

   I was shocked. My mouth wide open. Was I Confused, mad, sad, or worried? No, all of them. I tried to assess the situation. It was all so weird. What was granny mumbling about? Why did she keep Rufus? Is it a coincidence, or something more. "How...did he get out?" "He was in the kitchen with me. Than he just escaped." How could she say this with such a forced smile? I told myself it was because she was sad. But when I asked if I could look for him after lunchtime, she dropped the smile. "Sure. Be safe of course." She said, reassuring me somewhat. "Ok, thanks gran."
       When I got outside, the heat of the Arizona desert overtook me. The heat reminded me of when I was 10, and would run around back near the barn with Rufus. The realization that he was gone and I might not find him ate away at me. My eyes started tearing up. I couldn't hold it in. I started bawling. It was like my childhood memories came back all at once.
     I started the search near the barn, but there was nothing. I looked all over the place but there was no sign of him. My throat started balling up, as I cried again. Then I saw something in the distance. It was... a cellar? I turned back towards the house. She wasn't watching. I jogged toward the cellar door. As I examined it, I heard the sounds of rapid footsteps. She saw me. She bolted toward me. How was she so fast? She then exclaimed "Honey! Where were you?" "Sorry Gran, I was looking for Rufus but I couldn't find him, so I checked over here." "That's the freezer Kansas, keep your mits off of it." She said. "Oh sorry gran."
    I couldn't sleep. Why was she so scared of me to open the cellar? I couldn't handle it. I needed to check. I crawled out of my window, and hopped down. I walked toward the cellar. As I approached it, i smelled a rotten smell, like   Old meat. As I opened the door, I peeked in through the crack. I couldn't see anything, so I opened it all the way. In the cellar, was Rufus' lifeless body. He was engulfed in ice, and was bleeding. I covered my mouth with my hand. Then, my grandma opened the front door. I was filled with rage, and sadness. I wanted to confront her, but I just couldn't do it. I hid behind a rock near the cellar. My grandma approached the cellar door. She looked around, and back at the house. She then grabbed Rufus out of the cellar and tossed him on the ground. It was disgusting, how could she just throw a dog on the ground? Then, she did something that would change me forever. She grabbed a baseball bat, and started beating his head in. The sound of his skull fueled my rage, and hatred. I couldn't sit and hide. I ran toward her and screamed "what the hell are you doing?!"
She replied, "Go to bed hon." I swung at her, and she effortlessly dodged it. She then said, "Uh Oh. You shouldn't have done that." She glared and sprinted toward me with the bat. I braced myself, and readied a punch.