Sometimes we all feel like the world's against us at times, but we often outgrow the feeling one way or another. It's just human nature.
But when it comes to Jack Duncan a.k.a John Doe to his friends, maybe the world genuinely does want to watch him suffer for whatever twisted reason. After all, his life has been littered with more tragedies than Kim Kardashian has butt injections (or so he claims).
Most recently however was probably the worst of them all. His high school sweetheart; Katie Wilson, was swallowed by cancer less than a week ago... his everything...
For days John's been in a self induced comatose only fumbling out of bed to use the bathroom from time to time. His phone's been buzzing more times than he could count, but all of those people would just have to wait and deal with his ancient voicemail on repeat for god knows how long.
Out of nowhere though, there's a knock on his apartment door, and for the first time in a while he actually walks more than 30 feet outside his room. He opened the door and looked down. It's an animal crate, but why would someone send him this? And why is it meowing!?
WARNING: This story does involve a lot of strong language and cuteness! But it also involves some pretty heavy subjects. Reader discretion is advised***