Don't Know what you Have 'Till It's Gone

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My contest entry to YF68's Short Story Contest on a chosen theme.

Thanks to anyone who reads it :)

Submitted: January 31, 2014

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Don’t Know what you Have ‘Till It’s Gone

I’m oh so cold.

Living on the streets is frightening. I don’t know where I am, I have no friends nor a roof over my head or a cosy bed to snuggle into. Tiny scraps which before I would turn my nose up at have become pieces of life-saving gold.

The rain falls so much harder and colder when you’re alone. The days are long and painful, and the nights doubly so. People come up to me speaking languages I do not understand and force me to scurry away into the darkest recesses. I just want to hide, never be seen. Life is pointless now they’re gone.

My family were the best people in the world. They took utmost care with me, loved me, fed me and kept me safe when it was dangerous. But I screwed it up. I attacked one of them, Charlotte. She was the newest member – a mere baby. He eyes sparkled a dazzling green. She was curious about everything, wanted to feel the world through those precious soft, tiny hands.

But she was loud. Piercingly loud.

One day, back when everything was perfect, she started screaming. I don’t know why, it still  baffles me to this day. But whatever the reason she did it. And it hurt my ears oh so badly. It had to stop.

So I lashed out. And it worked. The crying stopped. Charlotte stopped. The silence was bliss. And then John, the man of the house came into the room, took one look at Charlotte and flipped. Just like that. And came after me. I don’t know why, Charlotte looked peaceful to me. But he didn’t see that. For some reason the pure fury he felt blinded him from seeing that Charlotte was just sleeping. I think.

I ran and ran. Out the door, across the road and as far as my legs could carry me. I was more scared than I’d ever been.

The family had taken me in and protected me, and I guess I didn’t realise how much I relied on them. Now I’m going to die with no-one to be there for me. Cold and alone.

I know death will come soon.

My belly is empty, my fur is falling out, along with my whiskers. And there’s no-one around to answer my cries for help.


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