Hey hey how's it going, terrible GREAT! Jk. Ummm... So I hope your enjoy the story so far and I'm already thinking a of chapter far from the one now but no spoilers. Err why can't I just progress and keep a constant flow, oh wait its called laziness and I have a lot of it. I might start just uploading every Saturday to keep myself from losing focus but no promises. So that is really it so I'll just let you read.
It was dark and I couldn't see anything then suddenly a bright light appeared and I couldn't see.
"Hey honey, wake up we're almost at Papa's house. Are you gonna have fun there?" A voice said so happily and joyfully. I could remember that voice from anywhere.
"Mom can't I sleep for just a few more minutes?" I asked rubbing my eyes. I opened my eyes finally and I was in the back seat of a car. She was taking me to my Dad's because she had a business trip in Waggington aka Washington. ( I'm sorry for that name XD) My Dad left us when I was 7 and I only saw him on holidays. I loved my Dad but I always had a grudge against him for some reason.
"Okay, I guess that's fine." She said sadly. This was the last time I would see her for 2 months. I started looking around the car and saw I was wearing my old red Converses. Also a plain white T-Shirt and black jeans. I also had a blanket on the side of me. I looked around some more and it was pissing rain outside. I jumped up and looked out the window, we were right next to a guard rail just waiting to catch us. My instinct from when I looked down made me hop back into my seat and put the seat belt on. I was getting bored real quick so I pulled out my Mp3 player with some headphones. I slipped the headphones on and turned on the Mp3 on. I started flipping through my library of songs and I found Hollywood Undead. 'Man I love that band.' I thought to myself. I tapped in the shuffle button and leaned back in my seat.
"Honey, take those off for a second.....we need to talk about your father." My mom said, while adjusting the rear view mirror to see me. I took off the headphones right when I just out them on to listen. 'Dammit mom give me one second of me time.' I thought. She looked in the mirror and I gave her a 'I don't want to talk about it' face but I knew I would have to listen. "Sweetie I know you haven't seen your Dad in a long time, especially when he......" There was a pause. "Ahh...never mind that I just want you to behave when I'm gone. I....I-I want you to understand that I'll miss you when I'm gone." I saw her start to tear up. She quickly wiped away her tears and turned back to look at me to make sure I was listening. I looked into her eyes and saw the water streaming down her face. That was only the second time I've seen my mom cry since our dad......
"Mom?" I asked worried. She wiped away more tears while she reached over to the passenger seat. There was a small blue box sitting there and she picked it gently. Her thumb slowly rubbed against the bow on top of the box.
"Here..... Take this." She handed me the small box. I examined it a bit before I took off the bow. The top popped off and revealed a picture. It was a picture of all of us when we went to Florida. We were at KittyWorld with My Mom, Dad, and my little brother. All of us were smiling and having a good time which I haven't had in a while. It brought a smile to my own face which felt good to do. I dropped a tear on the picture and rubbed my old face with my thumb. My old, happy, fun self. Now I'm just a stupid, depressed fag with no meaning. "Man I loved my old self" I thought. I looked back up to say thank you but I saw two bright lights heading straight towards us.
"MOM LOOK OUT!!!" I screamed for my life. Before the truck could hit us mom swerved the car to the side and through the railing.
"SKY HOLD ON!!!" And those 3 words were the last. The car flipped over and over. The screeching of the metal being slammed onto the ground and the windows shattering, glass going everywhere. I hit my head on the roof of the car multiple times causing my hearing and vision to blank out. I still felt the pain of glass scratching my face and fur. I still heard my mom's muffled scream and then everything stopped. The screams, the rolling, the pain, everything was completely still. I felt a jab in my right arm and saw I had a piece of glass stuck inside of it.
