One eyed
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It's a lad called Jayden and a one eyed cat is following him that talks but he never catches the cat talking to him and he gets angry and feels like he's excited when he finds it the next day but then angry when no one else can he goes ballistic and determined to prove his mates wrong about the one eyed cat he wants to help bc there's a voice telling him to follow the cat and it's the cat talking all this time and he runs in heavy traffic scaring his mates but getting threw fine some how and realises the cat is talking and not real but looks vivid af and he realises he needs help it ends there and after the poem in the a/n will explain what happens to him after
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