it was a fucking bunny. what are bunnies even doing out here, in a populated place at that. i sighed and got up from my crouching position. i grabbed part of the metal slide and lifted it up giving the bunny a chance to hop away.
it was heavy but it gave it a chance to get from under it.
i let go and let out a groan as i looked down at my hand.
"damn it, i cut myself."
blood was gushing out of my hand but at the moment i couldn't feel much pain. i looked around to see that the bunny had left. i smiled to myself then went to the closest convenient store.
i bought wraps alcohol and necessary things to clean my wound. i really shouldn't have came out today. my feet hurts and now my hand.
great.
i was still walking since i had to go out my way to get to the convenient store. it was fine until i heard little pitter patter noises behind me. i turned to see who it was and there was standing that same little bunny i helped back at the park.
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it was standing on its hind legs. since it was dark i could barely see its features it just looked like a black blob with long ears. i walked closer and it didn't even budge.
once i was in front of it i crouched down and went face to face with it. i'm pretty sure if someone else was to see this it would look weird.
what should i do?
my mom always told me to never bring home animals from outside because they might have fleas or some other type of disease.
i sighed and got back up not grabbing the animal. i started walking again, i just really want to get home my hand is hurting more and more.
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i made it home finally and grabbed my keys to unlock the door. it was challenging because i'm right handed but i was cut on that hand.
i got the door open after trying a thousand times. i sat on my couch grabbing all of the things i bought from the store and disinfected my hand and wrapping it right after.
i went into my room changing my clothes and not forgetting to wrap up my hair. once i finished i sat back in the living room to watch whatever show was on at the moment.
but after a few minutes into the show i heard more squealing? it sounded like it was outside my door but i chose to ignore it.
what if it was a killer? ain't no way i'm going out there.
this continued.
why the hell isnt anyone doing anything.
next there was scratching. i've watched way to many horror stories to know who ever goes out there dies.
i wanted to text taehyung but it was late, and i don't really want to invite him over since i don't even anything about him other than his name.
i ignored it once again.
it stopped.
i threw up a mini fist after the sound had finally stopped. and since i didn't want to hear it again i just went in my room to go to sleep.
