"Thanks for the ride, Josh." I say as I exit the car.
He nods. "See you tomorrow.
I shut the door and walk up the front steps of my house when I hear something meow.
A cat, or a voice?
A small figure passes me quickly. I look around, listening to Josh drive away.
I open the door of my house, looking around my front porch, my key still in the lock as I look around just one more time.
"What an idiot. Go inside, retard." I obey the deep voice and go inside, but just as I'm about to shut the door, I hear a scratching noise.
This is really starting to annoy me.
I look out the crack in my door and I see a skinny black cat with shiny green eyes the size of the base of a teacup. I open the door a bit more and it rushes inside before I could protest. I put my keys down and go on my knees, looking at the cat. It stared back at me.
It looked like it wanted something.
I pet it's fur gently.
"Aye, give it to chinese resturant downtown!" It was the voice of a lady.
"I can't keep you. My mother would kill me." I sigh. I hear it whimper slightly, making my heart ache. I go to the kitchen, the cat following me. I open the cupboard and find a can of tuna. All cats like tuna, I think.
I open it and gag at the smell.
"It smells like you, Chloe,"
I look at the expiration date, it was safe to eat. I grab a plate that nobody uses and put the tuna on it. I open the refrigirator and get out some almond milk.
"I guess this'll have to do." I pour the milk in a coffee mug my mother left by the sink.
Immediately the cat begins to devour the food.
I pull up a chair from the dinner table and watch it eat. "Your a very beautiful cat." I look at it's neck and see a collar.
In tiny print, the collar reads:
Female, 13, EVIL. KEEP THE CAT AT YOUR OWN RISK. UNWANTED.'
Unwanted, huh?
I clean the dishes once it finishes. I pick up the cat and go upstairs to my room. I sit on the end of my bed, the cat rested on my lap, licking it's paws.
"I know how it feels, to be unwanted," I say, petting the dark, soft fur.
It looks at me.
"Maybe we can be friends. Would you like that?"
Meow.
I smile slightly. "Yeah. I like that idea too." I whisper before watching it fall asleep. I look at the clock.
Midnight.
I'm naming this cat Midnight.
I fall asleep, forgetting about my mother, Josh, and the voices.
For once I'm at peace.
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Schizophrenia.
RomanceImagine this: You are lying on your bed. Staring at the ceiling. It was dark. And cold. But you said nothing. A shadow is in the doorway of your room. But you don't react. They have come far too many times for you to be scared. It comes closer...
