Wings of Fire Truth or Dare

Death

So my cat died November 5, 2016. This is the story of his death.

Saturday, Circa 10:00 pm-

I was coming home from the Showcase movie theater after watching Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. My dad calls over to me to go feed the cats. I grab the grocery bag for the dirty litter and head into the back room. I see him lying motionless on the ground. My first thought is that he is sleeping. I mean, he usually sleeps like that, right? But I hadn't seen him for a few days and was getting worried. I ran to him starting to cry, and nudged him with my foot. He is cold and hard. I run into the kitchen, tears streaming down my face and hug my dad.

"H-he's DEAD!!" I cry as sobs make me stutter.

My dad leads me to a seat and goes to the back room. He is there for a while and I continue crying nonstop. I catch my reflection and notice how ugly I look at that moment. He calls from the back for me to look away as he comes through with my beloved's body. I look away, unwilling to see his still fur. I continue crying my heart out as my sister comes home. I keep thinking that I should have noticed, how I should have loved him more, how I SHOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER!! I COULD HAVE MADE SURE HE DIED IN HIS FAVORITE SPOT IN THE PURPLE DUFFEL BAG I WAS TOO LAZY TO PICK UP IF THE FLOOR OF MY ROOM!!! HE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS, WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN, WJAT DID HE EVER DO!! ALL HE EVER DID WAS HELP!!!! I take a shaky breath as my sobs renew. My sister comes home with my mom and I run into my sister's arms. She is crying too. She takes me upstairs and I lie down in bed next to her clutching a photo of him. I had a bunch, but previously, she and her friend hid all my photos. Still a year later, I have not found them. I cry myself to sleep.

I can't remember much, but I dreamt he was still alive. He goes on many adventures with me, such as flying and many things with magic. At the end I took a knife and stabbed him, and killed him. The dream ended as I was weeping over his body.

Sunday -

I woke up crying and didn't go down stairs. My sisters hugs me in a continuous way to make sure I am fine. When Monday comes around, I skip school, unwilling to cry in the middle of the day.

In school, Friday-

We were studying the stages of grief because of a book called Walk Two Moons. We talked about people close to us that died, so I mention my precious Orbit. I barely manage not to cry. We get the worksheet to work on. I forgot what it actually said, but I remember something on there was something I thought when he died. I start crying uncontrollably. The teacher asks if I want to stop working on the work sheet and do it on Monday, but I refuse, not wanting to get a bad grade. She asks if I want to call someone and I say no.

"What about your parents?"
"No"
"Sister?"
I say no because I felt my sister would only make fun of me.
"Is there someone from another class?"
"Lily" She was my friend and has helped my through stuff in the past.
"Do you want me to get her?"
"No" I didn't want to interrupt her.
"Ok"

I go sit down. I suffer through the worksheet and wipe my tears. One of my male friends comes over to comfort me. I gather myself and I get ready for the end of the day because that was last period, and I was in my homeroom. I cried more at home.

A/N: There is a 717 word count on this true story. I found closure from a Webtoon called My Kitty And Old Dog. This also helped with closure. Thank you for reading this far.