the alley puppy.

the alley puppy | 1

a/n : this story has a lot of plot holes and random shit so you can choose not to read it, i'm honestly to lazy to fix the plot holes so i just hope it just makes enough sense lmao-

it's also very cringe at some points- okay actually this whole book is kinda cringe- i'm regretting writing it-

warning : this book includes mentions of depression and drugs. also, it's pretty cringe-

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I walked down the pathway and froze as I felt wetness on my head. I looked up and low and behold, it was going to rain. I cursed silently and sped up to quickly get home or at least to a nearby shelter.

"Damnit, couldn't you wait at least a minute later?", I cursed the sky and whoever who was above for always screwing me over like this.

My hatred for whoever was up there began when I lost everything I had ever loved and treasured. My mother. Unlike my dad, my mom was the kindest and most loving soul you would ever meet. She was my role model. She thought me that being kind to people would benefit me one day and I believed it. Until, she passed away. Thing was, almost nobody came to her funeral.

I despised everyone and anyone from that day on. I was diagnosed with depression and my life went downhill from there. The only happy point in my life was that I have a cute kitten back home waiting for me everyday when I come back from work. I call him Wonnie because he reminds me of my best friend who's studying overseas. I miss him, I couldn't lie about that.

Suddenly, I heard faint noises coming from somewhere. I furrowed my brows and decided to investigate, being the busybody that I am. It led me to a dirty, smelly alley that the rain did not help in making it look better. I pinched my nostrils together and went in.

I almost gagged as the smell was starting to seep in. The noises became more like whimpers from a puppy and I quickened my pace. I stopped in my tracks as a black puppy came into my view. It was shivering and looked malnourished. Bones clearly noticeable. I felt a pang in my heart.

I bent down and gently petted the puppy as it flinched ever so slightly.

"How did you get here cutie?"

If there was one thing you had to know about me is that I love animals. I love kittens, cats, puppies, dogs, snakes- Okay maybe not them. Ugh. The point is that I was struggling not to pick it up and bring it home with me.

"Do you want to come home with me?", I asked it even though it probably didn't understand me.

It opened it's eyes slightly and woofed softly making me screamed silently at it's cuteness.

"Okay cutie, I've made up my mind. You are coming with me.", I whispered and carefully picked it up.

It was apparently a boy and a good boy at that. It didn't fight back at all in my arms. His fur was wet and dirty and I knew the first we had to do is to get him a shower. I quickly made my way to my apartment and opened the door, putting down the puppy as he limped as if he was injured and I gasped in realisation. He was bleeding on his right back leg.

At that point, I didn't care about changing out of my wet suit and picked him up to the shower as Wonnie followed me, meowing.