PLEASE NOTE THAT ALL THE CHARACTERS HERE ARE ANIMALS BUT IN THEIR POVS BUT THEY WILL REFER TO OTHER CREATURES AS PEOPLE, AND THAT THE E KEY IS BROKEN ON MY KEYBOARD. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING.
Damnit, you fucked up again, Cirrus. Stop losing friends, you weirdo. I don't know if things are going to be fine again, but I'll try.
I huffed a sigh in annoyance and disappointment. I need to stop manipulating other people to like me. Can't really help it, it's how I made my first 'friend'. But, the only thing that they did was convince me to do stuff, and now I have an addiction. Everyone sees me as the emotionless one, and I can't blame them for that. I mean, the last time I felt anything, besides pain and anger was a few years ago.
That's how it is, I could've stayed with my loving family, and not care about anything in the world. But after an argument I chose to run away, with just a few fruit bars and two bottles of water. I managed to guilt-trip other people to give me the stuff I need. I've managed to acquire some quote-on-quote friends and I convinced them to fetch me food, and other substances. Substances. Substances. My friends have manipulated me, and I've made them get me food. Win-win, right?
Anyways, I need to move to another alley, before the police catch me doing things.
I hopped up to a random fence, to look for a source of food here. Luckily, in the world we live in now, there's a bunch of places like that.
"Your total is $5.17, ma'a'm."
I zipped open my fanny pack, to reveal some stolen change from a grocery store, and then I handed it to some cashier at a McDonald's. They then gave me a receipt of my order; I waited for them to call my receipt number.
"331!" One of the employees called.
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Unsalted Guilt
RandomA homeless lynx lives in the alleys of the world, her name is Cirrus. And Cirrus has to navigate through the struggles of her fast-paced life, one way or another. Even if that means breaking the law.
