The Black Cat

Zach

They always told me that I looked like a boy. I thank them. I look into the mirror. Dark green eyes dart directly back into my own. They are worried. Scared because today is the day. Each freckle across my face quivers. I have a scar on the left of my mouth. I had a fight with some dick who said that I will never be a boy. That I am fake. Weak. That's what today is all about. I move my fringe away from my eye so I can finish my eyeliner. What? Boys can wear it too! I never do up the top button on my shirt. I'm not sure why. Maybe I like to show people the bruises of my life. The pain I go through just to be me. I'm ready. I pick up my bag and head down stairs.
"Good luck. You'll need it"
Oh that? That's just my brother, Markus. He is almost 27. He's looked after me since my parents both committed suicide. They were very stressed since the day I was born (Well that's what Markus told me anyway). They struggled to keep us all alive so thought that maybe losing the 2 of them may help. I was 7 then. Even though I'm 14 now, these past 7 years of my life have been the worst. I still have no idea what possessed them to leave me with Markus though. He's a lazy alcoholic. There are always so many beer cans laying around the house. He's irresponsible but that is what makes him awesome. I love him so much. I have to seeing as he's the only person I've got left. I lock the front door and prepare myself for today's nightmare.

As I am walking down the silent ally, I see a black cat. As it looks at me, I feel it's yellow, demonic eyes touch my soul. It's a superstition that if a black cat crosses your path , you get bad luck. Today is going to be bad already. I don't need a cat to tell me. I bet on my Life that my luck could not get any worse.