𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐨

Calico

Its lukewarm whispers are too much for me. I sit alone in my room, my mind showing me various images of the dead kitten. Regretting that I should have stayed home. Maybe then such a tragedy wouldn't have been brought upon me. I feel so guilty. Not even moments before there was an argument between us.

Leaving us alone for a little while until the mother found out. The throwing of the first punch drove the other person insane trying to prove her useless points. As soon as she left I sit alone. With nothing honestly good to think about.

Her bitter death wishes,

Her threats,

Her emaciated beatings,

Her never-ending screams,

Everything she wanted me to care about. Everything she tried to force me to be only drove me further down the opposite direction. Like trying to put a mask on a porcelain doll, even if she doesn't want to be that way. Saying that you have no choice. Thinking that life itself doesn't have consequences when it does. Claiming about not having enough time, even though the time on earth is infinite until you realize how close you actually are to the deep end. Then that's when you see the truth that childhood blinds you from. That people die for a reason. Not because they want to, because of fear, or surprise.

Two sisters, forever torn from each other, giving each other the same glares of hatred. Desperately wanting the other to get out of the other's life. Not being able to, making them stuck in their endless loop of misery.

Visions of different opportunities to kill me or the kitten were endless. The only problems were how, and when will destiny lead to that point. It was all in a matter of time.

She knew it wasn't supposed to be on the road. She knew, she just didn't listen to the truth. Blaming it on everyone, including myself. Instead of admitting to her own faults, she spiraled down a hill of regret and hatred. The bitter rose will never admit to the calico's death, being forever blinded from the truth of her mistakes.

Being aghast by people who already thought she was insane only proving their point further. Leading up to a petal being torn off the succulent flower, not considering the razor-sharp thorns protecting its stem. The blood that will be spilled will all fall into place. Her death is arriving and she doesn't even realize it.

Maybe one fateful day the kitten will forgive her for her mistakes, even if no one else will.

(A//N: Written in the memory of my beloved kitten Firecracker, cause of death, getting hit by a car. May he rest in peace as we continue our days. If you want more details of what happened in the midst of it all check out 'In my head' which is my online diary since I don't want to write my own on paper. If you'd like you can check out my other works if you liked this one I have short stories and *heavy sigh* fanfics on there too. Besides that I hope you have a better day/night than I am, see ya~💜)