Post by ~*Dark*~ on Apr 24, 2008 19:17:01 GMT -5
I just wanted to show you all why I have been acting strange and a little hostile for the past while please read I am in need of some comfort. It is in story mode because I cannot write in first person right now it hurts too much.
For several months now a girl of 15 years age has been in a troubled place. She huddled in her bed at night crying silently and watching the old she-cat that had been her best and alot of the time only friend in this world labor for breath. Several time the girl would wake up crying aloud and clutching for the warm body of her companion. Her nightmares shown the loyal cat dead in her arms. For weeks and weeks the girls green eyes were rimmed with black bags and her makeup marred by tear tracks. Day after day the lonely home-schooled teenager would rise after a night of fitful sleep and pick up her old friend. Carrying her to the bathroom she would set the thinning cat in a cat-box filled with soft pine bark. After going to the bathroom herself the girl would gently pick up her friend and walk to the hall where on bended knees she would try and lure the cat to eat with pieces of tuna and chicken. Sighing after she hand fed the old kitty as much as she would take the girl would rise and cradle her friend. Sometimes humming a tune that only the cat would recognize. She would take a special blanket from her room and tie it around her middle. Setting her she-cat inside she would go about her morning business. Trudging up the steep stair the girl faked a tender smile to the cat as she was set near a bowl of water. When finished with her chores the girl would listen for the mewling of her cat. As the cat would begin to mewl the girl would stroke her head and lift her into the sort of sash. Then the girl would move through the empty house to a small bedroom that belonged to her younger sister. Arranging the old female in a large sunbeam the girl lay the blanket across her back and went about her school work. At about mid-day she would arrive to carry the sleepy cat to drink once more and try and tempt her with more delicacies of fish and meat. The rest of the day would go by as a blur. The girl doting on the cat when she needed carryed up the stairs or picked up and set on a bed or couch. When night came the girl would shower with her companion dozing on the toliet seat then make ready for bed. Climbing into ehr soft tall bed she would arrange the cats sleeping space right next to her side. As the elderly cat would drift off to sleep the girl lay awake and touched her friend every once and a while to make sure she still lived. At times the girl wept at night because the cat would seem to stop breathing or would grow cold and stiff. She eventually fell asleep with tear tracks down her face and her hand resting gently on the feline's front paws. Upon waking she would normally have to clean a small pile or two of half digested fish or meat from her comforter and fight to keep back tears.
Nearly two months past in this way and soon the girl knew that she would have to part with her old friend. She began to talk to putting the old gal to sleep when the cats fur began to fall out. Finally on Thursday April 24th at 4:19 P.M the girl said her last farewell to her friend. As the gentle man put the needle into the cats foreleg the girl colappsed into tears. She knelt at eye level with the cold metal table and held her oldest companions head as life faded away from her warm yellow-green eyes. Ten minutes past and the girls family had exited the room to leave her alone with the deceased. The girl of 15 wept and held the lifeless form of her best friend and stroked her head and closed the once tender eyes. Her blonde and red streaked hair fell forward to mingle with the cats white, black, and brown fur. The girl held her close for nearly half an hour before her sobbing gave way to great gulps for air and only mild weeping. Laying the 19 year old cat on her favorite blanket the girl rose with a gasp of pain and kissed her once on the brow. She was helped from the room and climbed into a red ford pick-up where she cried silently the whole ride home. The girl with now red and green eyes stumbled through the house weeping afresh at every memory she had shared with her now passed companion. She fell onto the fur covered bed and held close to her the cats favorite food dish. As the memories of the past washed over the girl she rose shaily a while later and acsessed the internet. This was her second life. The life where people accepted her for who she was not what she had done. The still crying girl began to write of her friend. She let it all out and by the end of her story she was crying once more.
~In memory of Susie may I never forget her~
Thank you for reading this I know I'm a sap but I needed to tell my story please reply I am really hurting and need some support right now
~Yours truly~
Cecily
For several months now a girl of 15 years age has been in a troubled place. She huddled in her bed at night crying silently and watching the old she-cat that had been her best and alot of the time only friend in this world labor for breath. Several time the girl would wake up crying aloud and clutching for the warm body of her companion. Her nightmares shown the loyal cat dead in her arms. For weeks and weeks the girls green eyes were rimmed with black bags and her makeup marred by tear tracks. Day after day the lonely home-schooled teenager would rise after a night of fitful sleep and pick up her old friend. Carrying her to the bathroom she would set the thinning cat in a cat-box filled with soft pine bark. After going to the bathroom herself the girl would gently pick up her friend and walk to the hall where on bended knees she would try and lure the cat to eat with pieces of tuna and chicken. Sighing after she hand fed the old kitty as much as she would take the girl would rise and cradle her friend. Sometimes humming a tune that only the cat would recognize. She would take a special blanket from her room and tie it around her middle. Setting her she-cat inside she would go about her morning business. Trudging up the steep stair the girl faked a tender smile to the cat as she was set near a bowl of water. When finished with her chores the girl would listen for the mewling of her cat. As the cat would begin to mewl the girl would stroke her head and lift her into the sort of sash. Then the girl would move through the empty house to a small bedroom that belonged to her younger sister. Arranging the old female in a large sunbeam the girl lay the blanket across her back and went about her school work. At about mid-day she would arrive to carry the sleepy cat to drink once more and try and tempt her with more delicacies of fish and meat. The rest of the day would go by as a blur. The girl doting on the cat when she needed carryed up the stairs or picked up and set on a bed or couch. When night came the girl would shower with her companion dozing on the toliet seat then make ready for bed. Climbing into ehr soft tall bed she would arrange the cats sleeping space right next to her side. As the elderly cat would drift off to sleep the girl lay awake and touched her friend every once and a while to make sure she still lived. At times the girl wept at night because the cat would seem to stop breathing or would grow cold and stiff. She eventually fell asleep with tear tracks down her face and her hand resting gently on the feline's front paws. Upon waking she would normally have to clean a small pile or two of half digested fish or meat from her comforter and fight to keep back tears.
Nearly two months past in this way and soon the girl knew that she would have to part with her old friend. She began to talk to putting the old gal to sleep when the cats fur began to fall out. Finally on Thursday April 24th at 4:19 P.M the girl said her last farewell to her friend. As the gentle man put the needle into the cats foreleg the girl colappsed into tears. She knelt at eye level with the cold metal table and held her oldest companions head as life faded away from her warm yellow-green eyes. Ten minutes past and the girls family had exited the room to leave her alone with the deceased. The girl of 15 wept and held the lifeless form of her best friend and stroked her head and closed the once tender eyes. Her blonde and red streaked hair fell forward to mingle with the cats white, black, and brown fur. The girl held her close for nearly half an hour before her sobbing gave way to great gulps for air and only mild weeping. Laying the 19 year old cat on her favorite blanket the girl rose with a gasp of pain and kissed her once on the brow. She was helped from the room and climbed into a red ford pick-up where she cried silently the whole ride home. The girl with now red and green eyes stumbled through the house weeping afresh at every memory she had shared with her now passed companion. She fell onto the fur covered bed and held close to her the cats favorite food dish. As the memories of the past washed over the girl she rose shaily a while later and acsessed the internet. This was her second life. The life where people accepted her for who she was not what she had done. The still crying girl began to write of her friend. She let it all out and by the end of her story she was crying once more.
~In memory of Susie may I never forget her~
Thank you for reading this I know I'm a sap but I needed to tell my story please reply I am really hurting and need some support right now
~Yours truly~
Cecily
