"It isn't normal."
I told her, but she just holds the monster in her arms and looks at me as if I were crazy.
It was the same look he got when he was with my mother, holding her hand as the people who looked up at her turns their pupils to the boy...
I go into my room and open the blinds. Snow is asleep, cuddled up on the pillow on my bed. I don't want fur on my bed but it feels wrong to bother it when it's sleeping so peacefully. I just let it be and go to change my clothes to something more comfortable. I sit at my desk. I start to study.
That's what I did until 1. 09am. I got up to use the bathroom once and Kayla brought a sandwich at mid-day. I kept my head on the table and slept for half an hour but besides that I didn't do much of anything but study. I look at my phone: it's past twelve. I didn't know I started a new day so soon. Today is a Saturday so I don't have to go to classes or work so that was something.
When I finally get up to leave my stomach pains and I realise the only thing I had eaten for the whole day was a sandwich. I don't know if my father would approve of that. No wonder I'm so thin. Snow is no longer on my bed, it's probably sleeping with Kayla. I leave my bedroom; the apartment is quiet. I don't bother to turn on the lights and just work with the dim light coming from the lamp on the small table beside the couch. I go into the open kitchen pantry and open the fridge to grab a soda. I was about to open it and my eyes roll up.
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It lunges at me. It pins me down and laughs like a hyena. I shove the can in its mouth before its teeth claw down at me. It bites down on the mental and I claw to stand. I dart to grab the knife on the counter. It laughs. I grab the dog at its fur and stab it in the face. It screams. I stab it again and again and again and the blood shoots out. I remember how people had cheered during the opening ceremony of the Olympics in Paris: raising their fist high into the sky and punching the air like it was a British colonizer. I was doing the same thing but with a knife directed at a dog's face.
It grabs me by the collar and hurls me across the the room. The back of my head hits Kayla's door and my vision goes blurry. I groan. The thing jumps over the counter top. I grab my knife and run to the bathroom and shut the door. It bangs on the door and wonder what to do. Kayla. She's still out there. I curse under my breath that has hitched up. I don't have my phone. It will get in eventually. It screams at the door.
I sit down besides the cabinet under the sink. I hold the knife that dripping with a blood so red that it's black close to my chest. I try to calm my heavy breathing. I wait to see what happens. I wait it out.
