I lost my happiness this morning.
She's gone.
There's this huge, deep hole in my heart and now my love has turned to hatred.
My mother took Midnight away from me when I was asleep last night.
I hope she's proud that she took the one thing I care about from me.
I hope she's happy.
Way to go, Mother.
Way to go.
I didn't know she was gone when I woke up. I woke up normally.
My eyes opened wide, I yawned and stretched, expecting to feel Midnight's soft fur under my fingertips. And when I didn't, It was like a burst of adrenaline shot through me. I frantically searched under the blankets, throwing them off the bed, patting them down, throwing them on the bed again. I checked under my bed. By this point, my eyes were full of tears. I looked in the corners of my room.
Eventually, I gave up. I slowly slid down the wall, my head in my hands.
And I cried. I cried and cried until almost all the pain went away.
Almost.
I grabbed my phone and looked through my text messages, my vision blurry from the tears.
Bridget: Morning! Want to go grab a cup of coffee?
Josh: I can't believe what happened last night! Let's go to the cemetery again Ö.
I didn't reply to any of the texts for a while.
I couldn't.
Why does my mother hate cats?
I loved her. I loved her so much. If it weren't for Midnight, I'd be the same bitter girl who didn't like adventure, who would rather stay in bed all day and blame everything on her mental illness.
Midnight helped me live a little.
And now I just want to die a little.
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