Let Me Go

Nekos story

Neko Langer

Where I live is not nice. You don't go outside without someone strong, or a knife.

The windows are covered in bars. No cute friendly pets, only big dogs with sharp teeth. If a cat is seen it is dead, that is why I keep my cat Poppy, either under my bed or in my closet.

Not even my mother knows I have a cat. And if my dad knew he would simply feed it to the dogs.

I sit down in my bed, playing with my fingers. Mom and dad or both gone at work and I'm locked in. Restricted to go outside.

I feel like I am in prison. I thought. Then slowly I slipped of the bars of my window. They would easily come out because my bars were very old.  I looked out at the road.

"Come here Poppy," I called. She sat perfectly on the window sill. Her beautiful white and brown fur looked so soft in the moon light.

A door slammed hard, at the front of the house. Poppy jumped up and ran out the window. "No!" I yelled reaching out but my window was to high for me to grab her.

"Neko? Is everything okay?" My mother asked coming in the door.
I couldn't tell her about Poppy because I would be grounded forever!

"Yeah I was just singing" I call from my room.
"Okay well it's 10:00 you should probably go to bed" my mom called back.

So I got ready and laid down in the bed. I should leave the window open incase Poppy needs to jump back in my room, I thought. So I did.

I took a deep breath in as a hand went over my mouth.
"Shhhh" whispered a man. He grabbed my legs and put a knife to them. A tear went down my face. "See what happens when your not quite?" Asked the man. I nodded.

He took the knife off my legs and the hand off my mouth and pointed to the window. It was open and the bars were off.

I then got up and climbed out the window. He was right behind me. He then grabbed my hands and put them to my back. Then a black rag was tired to my mouth.

"Now get into the car" he spat. But my body refused to. So I did not. "Fine then I don't mind a little blood". He said grabbing the knife out of his pocket.

Then out of nowhere something jumped up and landed on his face. I got out of his grab and my hands were free.

"Get the fucking cat off me!" He screamed. It was poppy. And she scratched his face and bit him.

"My eye!" He screamed again. Blood ran from it and he threw off Poppy. She landed on all four feet. He held his eyes distracted, as I grabbed a rock.

He looked up and didn't see me in front of him. It was because I was behind. Then with all of the anger gathered inside of me, I hit the rock on his head.

He fell to the ground. I grabbed Poppy and saw a latter at my window. Then step by step I climbed back into my room, went to my mother, and this time I didn't hide Poppy.