Mocha

Prologue

I sigh, the clicks of my keyboard coming to an end, placing two fingers on the touchpad, slowly dragging them up.

"953 words... Finally." I groan as I slam the laptop shut, pushing it away and leaving it in the middle of the table. I feel the creaking of my bones slowly move up my body as I stand up.

I take a step away and push the chair back into place. I lean on the table and take a deep breath, holding it in. I slide my hand over to the mug, covered in floral art. I hook my fingers around the deep green handle. I purse my lips and let out the breath I was holding in. I look in the mug to see the few drops of a dark drink, swimming throughout the mug.

I quickly look away and walk over to the counter, placing the mug down and watching the liquid slow to a stop. I run the water from the tap, watching the deep golden reflection sparkle through the clearness from the water. I grab the mug and carefully place it in the sink. I grab the cloth hanging from the tap and put dish soap in my palm, I wipe it off with the cloth and gently rub the mug, barely putting any pressure as I carefully clean the old drink out, the smell of coffee mixes with the fresh smell of the soup. I watch myself clean in carefully, making sure to not mess up any of the paint that had been put on it in the past. I continue as I hear the sound of the running water slowly get quieter and quieter, until. It was completely quiet.

I glanced up at the tap, making sure it was still going. I stare at the water, watching the colours contaminate the clearness. A loud ringing started in my ears, growing louder and louder until it was unbearable. As my vision blacks out, I hear something shatter, and once again. Everything was quiet.

I gasp for air, watching my surroundings unblur as I lean on the counter for support. I blink a few times until everything is as clear as it was before. I slowly lift my hands off the counter and watch them shake, noticing the colour behind them. I slowly lowered my hand and stared at the sink, my eyes growing wide as I stare at the multiple shards of porcelain. Tears fill my eyes as I stare at the flowers painted on each and every one of them. I feel a single drop slowly drip down my cheek, followed by a flood of tears as I collapse, falling to my knees as I hold my head in my hands.

I start to lose the feeling of the world around me, as I pinch my arms, trying to get a breathe in. I slowly stop pinching myself and notice something rubbing up against my leg. My eyes dart down to see a white kitten, full of fluff with grey faded at the tip. She hops into my lap and paws at the sweater I was wearing. I wrap my hands around her and place her on the counter, pulling the sweater over my head and dropping it on the floor, leaning against the wall as I gently pet the kitten, the world around me slowing going back to its original state and the ringing slowly fades away, soon enough I can hear the kittens purr. I rub her chin and smile softly, looking at the name tag wrapped around her neck.

"Mocha..." I still don't know how she got here, she just showed up at my door, but I couldn't leave her be. Technically she isn't aloud here, but I don't mind, she's the only one who can help me at this point. She has saved my life so many times. Cat or not, she is my best freind.

(Still in editing)

This is just an introduction to a story I'm thinking about. I'm open to lots of feedback on discord at 

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