Nine Lives Awaiting

Hey Guys, Just wanted to tell you this more an insight of my OC and I wanted to try something new for The cat return fandom, my first of their many movies and it as stuck with me since. I'm sorry if it not to your liking. Just wanted a change from only seeing Haru and Baron even if I almost read every fanfic on them, I love the pairing merely want a change, okay?- Myu

This OC was inspired by my old dog Jess, who been dead for a couple of years now.

I do not own The Cat Return/Repayment ect. Only My OCS.

Rated T for swearing and maybe if violence happens in the future chapters.

"If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?"
― Albert Einstein

Prologue

Our story starts in an old irregular kitchen, were there was a moulting light brown table and chairs sat next to the plain white damp walls. A black, mud printed counter, that held only an old greasy microwave beside a blood red kettle. Above that hangs a lonely smashed and shatter picture, four people had their arms around the other shoulder while the faces could not be seen through the cracks as if the owner did not want to remember the memories hidden in the picture. On the floor were old and newspapers scatter across the floors as if the person had been jumping from one place to another and never pick up the forgotten muddy papers. This person life was a mess.

Soft, small pure white feet pattered against the cold damp kitchen floor before screeching for his owner to feed him. A bang and shuffles could be heard from afar before a woman stumbled into the kitchen clutching her head, sighing she grabbed a box of cat food and filled his bowl on the floor before putting the box way in a hurry. The cat buried his head into it meal, a frown seen on his lips as he watch his owner run away from the kitchen as if it held a truth that the one did not want to face ever again.

That woman was, well me. The woman with a life that she had no control of, running to one place and back and trying to not enter the kitchen for the truth hurt too much and I have yet to get past it. The small orange kitten was all the company I have and will ever have or so I thought. From one mess, I find myself stumbling into another. And I knew god had it in for me since I was only thirteen, where everything turned upside down.

Slowly my feet twitched back to the broken image in the kitchen and slowly I walked up to it, my eyes watered as my fingers lingered on the sharp, cold empty object. It was tangible but not what had been taken in images years before. I was alone. Ever so alone. And I wish for human contact from someone but no one was around and I never had the time. My pale pink lips sighed tiredly, as tears slipped from my eyes as I stared at the only family I had. And they're gone.

From a young age, I was put into adoption because my mother died given birth to me and no one knew my father. My mother didn't have any relative and if she did they didn't want to know. And so I was brought up alone in a home until I came across my family. We had so many laughs, so many memories. And...

And a car accident took them away from me.

And here I stare at the only proof they're ever existed in this world. The last picture, the last memory. And we we're so close to peace, too close and God broken it. He ripped it into shreds. He left me behind in pain. My lips yelped the words I couldn't say for years "Goodbye."

The wind wisped and sang gentle, my cat sat in silent looking up at me in curiosity as the tears fell to the ground in drops. No one would hug me, comfort me for I am too broken until they brought light into my world, they're remained me of friendship, and I wasn't the only one feeling lonely, different or left behind. We all cried in our lives but for the first time I was alone with no one to hug me even if there no affection behind it. I was so, ever so, so damn lonely.

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