As I slept in my semi comfortable bed, tail curled up around her, the memory flooded into her dreams. Deep inside she always carried a bitterness that bore no end. I am not an only child. I remember her sister very clearly, although she was safe from the hell and torment that was my life. As I wished for death every breathing moment of my life, my sister lived in peace and harmony.
Opposed to me, Snow, my sister, had pure white hair and big red eyes (while mine are a deep purple). Snow, who was roughly the same age as me, also was human. When their parents died, their loving grandmother took in Snow as her own...and left me alone.
Their grandmother was very old and was barely able to take care of herself, surely incapable of being responsible for another human's life, especially one in need of so much care. Where in her grandmother's right mind did she think that it would be better for her to take in the human, the one whose life wasn't constantly at risk lest the world discover my darkest secret, and put the neko in danger.
If anyone at the orphanage, or anyone nevertheless, where to find out that I am a neko, I would be killed. Everyday not only did she have harsh care takers and tough punishments, I had to hold her secret to herself unless I wanted to be killed.
There had to be a better wa...but what could young little me do? This was a place where no one cared about you, didn't care if you breathed or died. But if you did breathe, you wished you weren't.
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Killing Kisa (a creepypasta)
FanfictionThis story tells the tale of 5 year old Kisa, a neko who slowly becomes insane by sadistic orphanage caretakers.
