The Cat Who Changed Us

Chapter eight

Song lyric of the day
~Kids are still depressed when you dress them up~

~Savannah POV~

Popcorn had come in the bathroom during my early morning 'guilty pleasure'. Why I do this? Easy. I love the look, the smell, the taste of blood. I wish I could see it more. I was kund of depressed too. But I never wanted him to see me do this. God, I treat him like an actual person. I guess, in a way, he was... He is.

~Time is skipping...oh, we missed it!~

"Savannah! Come here, I have a surprise!"
What could she possible have to-Oh God!

"What is that!" I shouted. She was holding a pink and red fluffy dress, a red, pink, and black lipsticks, and a big red bow.

"Here try on the dress, this is just some old make up I had, you can have it." I took the dress and went into the bathroom. I took off my shirt and stopped. I looked at the scars on my arms. The dress didn't have sleeves long enough. It just had poofs at the top. I had a tank top on, so I could get out to get a shirt.

I went into my room, grabbed a pink long sleeved shirt to match the dress. I put on the dress and looked in the mirror. I liked it. I walked out and my mom said I looked good.

"You look great, but me and Chris have to go to Paducah, don't expect us back soon." I never do.

They left, and I decided it was a good time to, yup you guessed it, cut, but I had a better Idea. I took the makeup she had given me and put it on. I made my lips completely pink. I then put the red in the middle covering some red not all. I took the color swatches she had given me a while ago and made me freckles. I continued this until I looked like what I wanted to, a doll.
I looked at the mirror, and said,
(Image above is what she looked like, just the make up.)
"Am I pretty yet?" This made me snap, I don't know why. I took the knife I had and began to make deep marks on my wrists. This wasn't enough for me. I went outside. I look around until I spotted a rabbit. I caught him amazingly. I didn't know what u was doing, but I enjoyed every minute of it. The rabbit tried its best to get away from me, but to no avail. I filled to sink with water and put him in.
I put his head under the water, he continued to struggle.

"Don't worry bunny, its almost over." I said. The bunny was struggling less now and I pulled it above.

"Just kidding..." I was having to much fun to stop now. I took the knife and I slit his throat. After about five minutes he was dead. I stuck my hand in the cut and felt around. I took my head out and licked the blood on it. It tasted sweet. I didn't care that it could have some kind off disease, I loved it. I played around inside him for about an hour before I decided I should clean up. I passed the mirror and looked in it. I was cover in blood, some was on my face too.

"If I am a doll, I am a glass doll
If I am a glass doll, I am broken
If I am broken I am," I said the last words in an angry, sobbing manner,

"Beautiful."

OK, Wow what is wrong with my head? Anyway questions!

1. How does the song go with today's actions?

2.What do you think she means by that last part?

3. What do you think about what she did with that bunny, I mean good lord, why?

Let me know in the comments below! Bye my little kisses😙!