Cat's Eyes
As I was walking down the road, I saw something that caught my eye. A poster. And not just any poster. It was a fair poster. There would be a fair coming to town. I smiled to myself at the thought of licking an ice-cream, going on all the crazy rides. As I day-dreamed, I then realised that a cat was staring at me. It wasn't just normal eyes. They were evil eyes, like they have been swapped with a witch. The eyes were a cruel yellow with pupils that were so tiny, you couldn't even see it. The eyes were scanning over my clothes: my pink blouse, my yellow tracksuit and my red rosy cheeks. I chilled as it suddenly stared into my eyes. I shook my head and went off, trying to get the cat out of my head.
Stumbling, I fell onto my bed, bashing my head. I have seen that cat before, and how its eyes always seem to scan over what I'm wearing, as if my dead mother had come back to life and checked whether I was wearing warm clothes. Perhaps the cat was my mother? I shook my head, not believing of how crazy I am. Don't be ridiculous, my mother is dead. It would be crazy to think that my mother has come back to life. Maybe I was watching too many horror movies. I bashed my head, and forced myself to get out of bed and have a cup of coffee.
Oh, mum, how I miss you. Your hugs, your comments and how your kitchen aroma always seems to waft around your clothes. We had the most wonderful time together. Oh, how I remember the stuff we did together: cooking, cleaning, rowing, climbing, celebrating and even dish-washing. We always kept each other company and comforted each other whenever we were in a bad mood. We always had a close relationship, like we were one person. Without her, half of me is apart. I had cried a house full of tears when she was gone. I felt like crying then, even thinking about it.
I slurped my cup of coffee, but yet again failed to ignore that cat. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself. "It's just a stupid cat. It is not like it is-" Boom! I jumped. What was that? I ran and looked out of the window. Lightning has gathered and was so gloomy that you couldn't see the sky. My eyes widened and stared in horror. The dark clouds has taken a new shape and stared at me, just like it did this morning. It was the shape of the cat. I turned away, but couldn't help it and my head automatically turned back. It was still there. I couldn't stand it. That cat had been staring at me for the past few weeks, like it was planning to stalk me for the rest of my life. "Urgh!" I was so annoyed, angry, almost in tears. Then time slowed down. It all started to make sense. My hand shaking, I gripped the pole, not being able to face the fact. It all started weeks ago, the day my mother died. On the exact day my mother died, the cat . . . . I couldn't believe, and that cat that was outside at that moment was getting soaked. And she didn't have a coat.
I rushed over to my cupboard, grabbed my coat and rushed outside. "Mum, I'm coming. Just hold on!" I cried out loud. I staggered outside, and my eye skimmed over the area outside my house, wishing for once in my life for the cat to reappear out of nowhere. This time, the cat wasn't there.