I walk through the city streets, my mind twirling. What was I thinking? Running away from home? What kind of idiotic idea is that? I shake my head. Now was not the time to have negative thoughts.
The scent of smoke filled the air, and the twinkling lights danced around like fire. I swing my long tail. I grip my backpack tighter and pull it closer to me, as if it was a lifeline. I take slow, uneven steps as I attempt to clear out my clouded thoughts, but they continue to bring more stress.
Eventually, I reach the place I was looking for. My paws shuffle into the building, being immediately greeted with the delightful aroma of freshly baked bread.
''A sandwich to go please. I don't care about the toppings, just anything works.'' I say shyly as I approach the dog working at the counter.
They nod as I provide a couple coins. They quickly prepare my meal, and I quickly run outside. I settle in an alleyway a couple paces away, and begin eating. Not until I started, I finally realized how starving I was. After devouring the meal, I tried my best to savor the feeling of an empty mindspace, which didn't last long.
What if I run out of coins?
What if I end up looking so run down I won't be allowed to get food?
Why is anyone even letting me, a minor, order from a diner?
I quickly stand up in an attempt to distract myself from my withering positive feelings, and start my way to a shelter. Luckily for me, I packed the only tent we had at the house in my bag. Along with 3 boxes of matches, plenty of small snacks, multiple layers of clothing, the largest water bottle I could find, and all the money I had.
Yeah! I should be fine until I get an apartment! I pep myself. I walk out of the crypt, and start walking further into the depths of the city.
Wait, I really need a better form of transportation. I realize with dread. I quickly started coming up with ways to get around faster, but every thought led back to going back home, swiping my bike, grabbing a few extra items that I could fit in the pouch in the back, and be on my way.
Mom would be at work right now, and plus, she doesn't care enough to even realize anything would be gone! I smile at the thought. Almost immediately, I started running towards my previous house.
The door creaks open as I step in. The dank hallway startles me. I step around the blood and glass that litters the floor, wincing. Piles of old, filthy trash lay along the ground, filling the house with a foul odor. I try to turn on the only light, but it flickers for a few seconds before going out.
The house wasn't big. One big room with two worn mattresses with a couple tables and cabinets, that's all there was. My mom sort of gave up after my father and brother died. I usually had to take care of myself. Grief fills my eyes. What is happening to her now? I slowly lower my head and my long tail drips down at the unsettling thoughts filling my head.
What if the police locked her up? It would make sense if they did, she practically abandoned her child.
But what if she was sent to a mental asylum? She had never been mentally stable.
Suddenly, my ears perk up with realization.
There's blood on the floor,
What if she had been killed?
It was suddenly hard to breathe.
I clutch my paws to my head as my legs give up, sending me to the floor. Mother had never been much of a parental figure to me, but doesn't mean I still don't care about her. Hot tears flowed down my face in threatening streams, and breathing had already become labored. Invisible eyes stare at me, blaming me for what probably happened to her.
If I hadn't left, they wouldn't have a reason to get rid of her! I remind myself. The blasting ringing in my ears sends more spirals of panic throughout my thin body, causing me to scream in pain.
What if they do that to me?
What if they catch me?
What if they take me away?
What if they...
I slam my head against the wall, desperate for control, sending more terrifying cries to claw out of my throat. My dull claws dig further into my throbbing head, making me suddenly aware of what I'm doing to myself. I take in more hitched breaths as I slowly lift my paws out of detangled fur. I gasp as I realize my back paw was in a pile of glass, and I carefully take it out. A sharp pain runs through my leg, paralyzing it for a couple seconds. Dark, sickening blood drips from the edge. I set it down in a clear spot, letting the pain slowly ease.
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Fantasythe random things I write during class or at night. all of it is unfinished. may be slow to update.
