You know life can be so tough sometimes especially when the only things you become attached to (not humans) die or break or something really bad happens to it.
I've grew up in just my room where I only had access to my phone which really wasn't an iPhone with all these apps and social communications like now so my only friends were either my cats or my room's furniture. I can tell you this you probably wouldn't sound crazy talking to your pets although it's still crazy to some people out there!? But seriously talking to your furniture is just indescribable? Well yes here's the thing, I named my bed, my closet, my mirror and even the painting over my bed, I named it Rita and the painting was about this lost soul of a young lady, Rita was one of my favorite things to talk to every night, I realized that I became attached to a painting and I'd think of it when I'm not home and what I am gonna talk to her about tonight.. It's crazy! I lost my mind at a young age and I'm only 20 now! I could swear to you now that sometimes I'd hear her whispering into my ears things I wanted to hear, my parents never believed in me but my furniture and my cats surely did.
I remember this specific nightmare that I had almost 2 years ago, it was really scary I could never forget it, I was in this big garden and I saw kids going after me and they were laughing so much my ears hurt I wanted them to stop but then I realized I was flying, so I turn around myself and I fly away from the kids and there's this (thing) screaming really loud in my ears and someone grabbing my hands really strong, I woke up and it was the middle of the night, I rush to my parents and I say what happens and they freak out for a second and then they let go of the thing, I still have a scar that I woke up with that night and I could never forget this night.
Rita, I don't know if that was you or not but I surely didn't appreciate that frightening night I had!
I was raised with cats so I became obsessed of them and I always had cats, I had one particular Siamese breed she was so beautiful and playful and those blue eyes of hers, she was an angel to me and I was so in love with her it drove me crazy when she got sick, I remember her coming to my room that night and she was barely even walking she was paralyzed kinda and so sick, but she came to me that night and she climbed to my bed, laid down on my pillow and stared at me for 15 mins, after that she immediately took herself away and left to the kitchen cabinet where she hid from me so I wouldn't see her and she dies.. I woke up to my brothers saying she passed away and we're taking her to the backyard to bury her and I couldn't go and I tried to forget about the whole thing.. later that night my father was coming and I see him parking in the parking lot and I just assume that I saw her so I get dressed really fast and I went downstairs and followed her, I followed her almost to the next block but she just disappeared it broke my heart that I was just imagining and it wasn't her, I cried a lot that month and I cry everytime I remember the story, how she came to me to say goodbye and how much she loved me back. I got attached to my kitty cat more than I ever did to my parents and I lost her.
I didn't only lose my cat but I also lost Rita although she really was scary sometimes, but hey at the end, they were my friends, they listened when nobody else did.
