Luck was never on my side. I bring bad luck to whoever crosses my path. Every step I take, a disaster occurs.
Multiple pairs of eyes glared at me in disgust, silently judging my whole being. Watching my every move, preparing to attack me in a way I can never defend myself. I have no right to defend myself, anyways. I am a black cat, abandoned and unloved. People hate my presence, existence and no one would ever just pick me up and adopt me. That would be impawssible. I have done nothing wrong except steal a few bread here and there while I lived as a street cat. I barely escape whenever that happens.
I saw lots of other cats, like that ginger who always gets the guests' attention by showing a few tricks and meowing loud. Just because people in this area are traditional, they despise black cats. In short, me. I have a critical chance of surviving as my parents left me alone and I never understood why.
"Time to go, kitty." I turned around and saw a tall dark figure. He was looking at something and I followed his gaze. On the street was a black cat with a pool of blood around it. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked the grim reaper, who ushered me to follow him.
"You did not. You were a good kitty in your past nine lives. I will take you to a place where thy won't hurt you anymore."
