Before the story is continued, it is best to mention that this was not your average pet shop. It was a hidden, morose place with few customers and shady employees, not to mention the building itself looked fit to collapse within a moments notice. This was the only place we could afford, and this indeed was well shown, despite a wide selection of products. Now we may resume as things were where we last left off...
The goldfish whose entrancing array had turned to one of despair continued towards a destination they'd never reach, constantly swimming. I ran, a good deal mortified, to tell my mother of the dead fish. As she smiled (a rare sight of the parent I had known to be so strict), it seems that time almost halted within its tracks. With the same face , her body was pulled down to the floor by her neck, and the neck was being pulled by a pair of jaws filled with jagged and mis-kept teeth.
Two things I seemed to notice later where the blood and foam that covered me, my mother, and the dog which had caused it all. It was a pit bull, of course the dog with an already tarnished reputation; but this was something I learned after. To me the angry red eyes of the creature almost made its actions justified, for what boasted such flaming anger unprovoked?
Next two more events followed which lost some of my sympathy, and then gained it back double fold. The creature lunged at me, and while my right eye spun about as aimlessly as the constant swimming of the fish in tanks behind me, all the left could see was the horrid blood and foam. But with as much pain as I was in, I had to notice the red line around the beast's neck and the tool used to restrain it made of sharp metal wire. An old lady yelled in fear, and then with streaming tears cried, "What have you done to my dog?!?"
The employee not dealing with the dog, not knowing how to process the situation, replied, " Maybe it was an infected needle we used...." To this the woman gave a glare, and noticing what damage had been done, ran towards me. " At least call an ambulance!" She said whilst trying to comfort me- due to the employees acting as though it was none of their concern.
As the dog was dragged into a back room at last, now barking furiously, the ambulance and police arrived.
The conclusion was that my mother had passed away, I had lost vision in one eye, and the cause was severe animal cruelty and negligence of several things within the shop.
So I left not with a pet, not with my mother, but simply with a scar on my face.
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Damascus Steel
ParanormalA fantasy tale with subtle notes of horror, a concealed antagonist , and a predicament that must be solved at all costs. This is a story that takes you on a journey, one where dark and light mingle together like the black and white of a Damascus ste...
