TIRED | Kelly Foster

5. Spar

Once the tour of the zoo was over I decided I wanted to explore a little myself. I decided the first place I wanted to go was back to the tiger enclosure. I remember my father and that Kelly lady talking about how they didn't know how long the tiger was gonna last and he needed some medical attention or something. It is always so sad when animals die. Sadder than when humans die in my opinion.

I feel like animals understand you better. I would much rather talk to an animal than a human. That can't judge you which is nice and they will listen to you.

Once I arrived at the tiger enclosure I saw that the tiger which I had remembered the name of which is Spar, I saw that he wasn't outside. I went to the inside to see if he was in there and surely enough he was.

"Hey little dude." I said. "Actually you're not that little at all" he growled. "Woah woah woah. I'm not gonna hurt you" I said and sat down in front of the cage. "I just wanted to talk. Is that okay?" I said not expecting a response. "Yeah? Ok."

We sat there in silence for a while before I spoke up. "The past couple years have been hell. Who knew that life could get so hard. I mean the adults in life are always telling you that "it gets better" and "oh you'll find the right person" but I don't believe that. Ever since 4th grade things have been getting worse. I don't know if it will ever get better. Like I know that it might but on the route I'm going it seems like life will stay shitty forever."

I took a deep breath. "I mean I am literally talking to a tiger right now. I've gone of the rails haven't I? Sometimes I just want to scream. Just scream forever. And some days I wanna jump off a cliff. I can't tell if I need a hug or someone to run me over with a car. Does that make sense? Probably not because you're a tiger. You know sometimes I think that anti depressants don't work. Like what are they made out of? Sugar? Because they don't seem to be working!!! Oh yeah I forgot to mention I take meds cause I have depression and anxiety and some other mental illnesses. I hate living. Like why do we have to live when we know we are gonna die someday. Why do we have to put ourself through all this pain and suffering just for us to die. It's not fair. I wish I was a tiger. I could kill people. It just seems so carefree being an animal. Ugh I don't know maybe it's cause I'm su-" my rant got cut short by the same raspy voice I had heard earlier.

"Oh sorry I didn't think anyone would be in here. I just have to feed spar and give him his medicine even though I dought he will actually take it."

"Oh uh yeah I will get out of your way" I said with my head down. I walked past her but she grabbed my arm. My breath hitched.

"What's your name again?" She questioned

I swallowed. "Val" I said shortly.

"Ok well I'll see you around, Vlad."

"Oh uh yep see you around." I said and bolted out of there.

Oh my gosh she is one of the prettiest people I have ever seen. Then it occurred to me that she called me Vlad instead of Val. Woah.

A/n: hey I just wanted to make it clear that I had this whole idea of Val and Vlad before outer banks season 2 came out and I am not copying them. It is just a coincidence. Love ya!!