Today's a good day to go outside. Hardly any sun.
I've made a little nest in the attic. No one comes up here with all this dust around. I put on the only outfit I have. A teeshirt, worn out guys geans and a black hoodie. And I tuck whatever hair I have in my ballcap. I travel light. Don't need many things but I am hygienic and own a tooth brush. I hardly get cold, the feel of it conforts me so I don't need a blanket.
There's a window which I can open up to the roof. I usually travel by jumping rooftop to rooftop so I get places faster and I can avoid the streets but with my limbs aching I take the stairs that are attached to the side of the building leading down. I feel like my age.
I'm in Kentucky, in a town with the word field in it I think.I don't really know or care. I adjust the scarf that I wear to cover my nose and my mouth. A month ago the peeling has gotten to my face. I also tighten my glove and you don't want to know what my hands look like. I also take out my sun glasses from my pocket. There not only for the sun but to hide my ivory eyes. I'm at the bottom of the stairs so I grip the strap of my backpack and head out.
I usually only need money to buy a few things like toothpaste and when I run out of garbage bags. I use the bags to collect cans and that's where the cash comes from. I just have to drop them off at the bottle depot and they give me what their worth. I get a lot of cans in parks and it's actually nice walking around. I take the bag out of my backpack and start collecting. I do this about every month or so and there's always new trash to pick up. I'm not all like "go green" or "save the plants" but the least these humans can do is have some respect were they live. I spot the lake near the park. At midnight every week I go there and wash. It's kind of difficult to bath myself in the library bathroom so I had to make some modifications.
The air is wonderful and the leaves on the trees are changing there colours for the upcoming season. Which is the only time of year I favour. Summers too hot and sunny. Springs a little less but has it's downfalls. Everyone likes the first snowfall of winter, it's beautiful and rarely any sun light but it's so god awfully hard to go places and I usually have to stoke up on supplies beforehand.
Autumns the time for me. It's perfect. Not too hot or cold and the smell of decaying plant life just makes me want to stay outside for hours. But I can't enjoy it like I want to.
As I was distracted I felt something brush my leg. I looked down to see a black cat. An odd looking one I would say. It was very slim but it didn't seem like it was starving and it's legs were very long. It was purring as it tangled around my legs and looked up at me with eyes that popped out with two vibrant shades. One turquoise the other a lime green.
I tried to shoe to off but it kept following me and wrapping itself around me. I actually did like cats but I was never harassed by one as much as this so I just gave up.
"Fine! Fine, you can come with me. I'm not much of a companion though" I said annoyed. It seemed to be pleased and meowed in satisfaction.
"It's not like I need to feed myself that much" I commented maybe to reassure it that it wasn't causing me trouble. It was true I didn't eat that much. Any food that I tried to eat just comes back the same why but for some strange reason the only thing that makes my mouth water and consume is pumpkin. I don't have a need to eat but whenever I see anything with pumpkin I'm starving.
The cat walks by my side in a proud swagger way. I never felt what it's like to have a companion even if it's a cat. I actually feel a little happier it found me.
"You know, if your ganna be hanging with my I should probably call you something" I stated and the cat looks up to acknowledge me. Most of the pet names I'm thinking of are not for this one. I look at it for a good minute and come up with one.
"I know, I'll call you Starnge. Describes you perfectly. We'll both be weirdos together" I laugh quietly.
My bag is almost full and it's getting darker out. I think I'll go to the depot and with the the money, buysome food for my new friend.
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