Creepypasta Life-Kinda Sorta?

Part 1:Prologue

When I was little, no one excepted me. My white ears and tail were very noticable. My mother and father just tried to shake it off or... she tried to. Father ignored me and pretended like I want his daughter. Honestly, I wasn't but my mother forgot whom. At school, the boys and girls from all grades would line up to pet my ears and tail, or tug at them to see if they were fake. Only a rare occurrence would someone say "may I, please, thank you, cool," our something else. One girl was nice enough to attend up for me but she got beat up pretty bad and her family moved away. Eventually, I became the 'crazed deliquent,' at school. So Mom would put me in home-schooling. But that didn't help when we went into public. People would call me the Devil's child or God's sin. Soon enough, i stopped believing in God. He hadn't helped me, He had ruined my life. So I believed in Buddha and Amaterasu instead. If I prayed to them, they'd help. Something not too drastic would come true like the others getting fevers or stopped believing. Eventually, cops would check on us to see if I had harmed myself before. Or if I was harming others. They even sat in front of our house! When I turned seventeen, my mom became extra loving. She'd repeat over and over," I love you, don't you forget that," or something. Then one day... it all went away. I went to the library afterschool for a few hours and then when I got home... it was empty. There was little food left in the cupboards, all of the furniture was gone, everything. Mom left a note on the counter saying ,"I'm sorry,"over and over. My life was ruined. Mom was gone, she abandoned me. Only little food and most of my belongings remained. Some clothes, my video games, a thousand dollars, my bed... hell, she took my cat away too! There was another note were my cat used to have a litterbox.
I'm sorry, Scratch got really hurt, we had to put him down. Was all it read. Instead of crying I yelled," dammit!" I still had stuff to draw on... my phone was... gone. Appqrently, she didn't want me to have connections. I really was on my own. A few months went by and I had taught myself to fight perfectly. The thousand dollars would've only gotten me one class in any martial arts so I used it for things I needed. I got a permit for carrying my katana around for $50. The little man who have me the permit had obvious fear in his eyes but I ignored it. I got used to the rumors, gossip, everything that got around. None of it bothered me. I learned I could turn into a wolf, which I had hoped no one saw me practicing in case I had to run. My only friend was all the way in Europe, so I couldn't beg help from her. I was too tired. The house started to break down, no one wanted it. It was the only thing I could've called 'home' so I went there every night, after going to the library. Some neighbors of mine told me I was allowed to come over any time, but they couldn't afford me to stay. I took showers there and when I ran out of food, they'd feed me. One day, a black and red stray husky came to my broken doorstep. I looked at it, no, him and realized it was the creepypasta Smile Dog.