I heard the footsteps coming closer. I was shaking. A little three year old cat- boy who could barely talk, that's all that I was. What did these people want with me. I tried to back up farther, but soon I was pinned against a tree. I looked up at the hunters in front of me, and took a deep breath, knowing it was to be my last. Then, all of a sudden, my momma tiger was there in front of me, attacking the awful people. But... I knew she wasn't going to live through this... After all a shot to the brain is surely lethal... Only if... Only if I could... Just once more...
I shot up, gasping for air. I haven't had that dream- NO- that memory- for over three years. Why was it just now coming back. What did I do to deserve this torture. I got out of bed and pulled on some jeans. I grabbed my jacket, tucked my tail and ears to where they couldn't be seen, and walked outside.
I was standing there, petting a stray cat, when Victor showed up. I want... To die. I'm not ready to deal with this drama bullshit again.
"Yuuurrriiiooooo, I came to see you my loooovvvvveeee!" He said obnoxiously loud. I face palmed.
"Victor... Not today. Don't you have somewhere to be..?" I looked at the ground and kicked at a small rock.
"Aww, what's wrong my little kitten?" He asked and pets my hair.
"I. Am. A. Tiger!" I pout and cross my arms, know I was acting childish. But I really didn't care.
"I know, let's go get breakfast." And, with that, he drug me I'm to his car. Fuck. He has abducted me. Again.
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