It was night time, and a thin crescent moon hung in the sky, a shower of stars all around it, with no clouds to block any out. A small brown and white cat stumbled through the piles of junk, thankful for the cool air, ignoring the shattered glass that cut her delicate paws. The skyscrapers of now useless electronics, car parts, and old, worn out furniture, that surrounded her made her appear even smaller then she was. She was starved, parched, and exhausted, but trekked onward.
Slowly, her energy ran out, and eventually she could go no further. She looked around through half closed eyes, and saw a chair nearby. Using her last bit of strength, she pulled herself onto it and collapsed.
The chair was probably soft and comfortable, once, but by now all the stuffing had fallen out, and the springs dug into her back like knives. Although that was trivial compared to the other pain she felt, particularly down her back. Three scratches, only deep enough to leave small scars, ran parallel down her back, but they had become infected. She sniffled and, for a second, wished she had never run away, but no, she remembered how much she hated that place, the airless, cramped room, the boredom that stretched on for hours, then the abuse, no, she would not go back, she would rather die here alone, and free. She let out another strangled sob, but held her breath when an all too familiar sound reached her ears, the sound of paw- steps.
NOTE: My first story, this chapter is a bit short, but I will try to make the next one longer... Reviews are appreciated. :) (Format edited here)
