Soul mates (furry NSFW Gay boyxboy)

Scars in the mind (sensitive)

I wake up and wiggle out of his arms. It's a bit mean but i  want to make him breakfast. I get up and walk to the bathroom to put my stuff on so i don't wake him. I look in the mirror and remember. I put my deodorant and clothes on. After this i walk back to my room and over to a little but long locked metal box. I unlock it using a particular date of birth. I take out a grey and white bandanna. I walk with it outside into the back yard.

I get to somewhere where i can be alone for a few minutes. I unwrap the bandanna and pull out a long sharp knife. I close my eyes and remember everything from that day. It was a normal day, i was walking with an old friend. Bailey. He was a happy little Schnauzer. The kind of guy who has a happiness that rubs off on everyone around him. He always wore this bandanna around his neck. I close my eyes and breathe out slowly. If only his bandanna would have been in the wash that day. 

I start to  remember every second of it. It was so fast. The car, the guys and the knife. The car pulling up. A tall wolf stepping out. Running up to my best friend. Grabbing his shoulder and lodging the knife deep into him. I remember the wolf running. I remember Bailey hitting the floor. I remember the horrified scream of passers by. I remember the warm blood that soaked his clothes. I remember telling him ether way it goes everything will be okay. All the pain will be gone soon. I remember the hug. the last hug i ever had with my old best friend. The blood starting to come up. Him choking on it. I tried everything i could. Everything to save him. But sometimes not even everything can help. I remember looking into his eyes as the life drained from them. I remember the pain that i felt inside, the anger. I hugged his lifeless body into a peaceful rest. It was the only thing i could do. We had been friends since we were just pups. That smile would always cheer me up a little but the cold paws of a gang member put an end to that. He wasn't in a gang. It was a misunderstanding. From that day forward i vowed to myself to help as much as i could. And i did.

I grip the bandanna tight and throw the knife into the wooden decking. The knife my best friend was murdered with. The last memory of that day was being pulled away from him. The sirens shoving pain into my ears. The cold paws of cold police officers hardened by the horrors they see pulling me back. I didn't speak for days afterwards. 

Every time i remember this i know what i want. I want to put an end to bullying, gang violence. Anything that puts happy, innocent people at risk like that. I want to fight it so bad but the truth is, it will always be here. like the memory. I'm so lucky to be alive today and have Grant. if i didn't then i would have joined Bailey. 

I close the box after putting everything back. I just hope i can get over the sadness and rage. There was no justice for Bailey. I hope i can remember him and not this. I walk back to the house and put the stuff away. I look at Grant, still asleep. He'll want breakfast soon.