Chapter N°1
You sit alone, the silence a blanket around you.
And you're wondering if there is a way to escape madness. If there is a way for you to start breathing again.
When you signed under the application form, you didn't have an inkling about the things to come. Not really. Nor did you thought that the gossip about him would be something other then a metropolitan legend.
Right.
Who are you kidding? Not yourself, that's for sure.
The rain is starting to paint your window and the few drops that scatter around the street are nothing more then spilled excesses. You think about other things that nowadays seem to fly around everywhere….like…well….his vicodin.
It seems that lately he is going on a rigid diet of whiskey and painkillers and music and more more more more.
More of what you don't know, but you're supposedly a smart person and you think, at least once a day, that you could grasp it: the Holy Grail to his head.
There seems to be no hope for a heart, yet.
Kiba is butting his ass against your shoulder and you wonder how it is that a rottweiller could become such an idiotic dog. Wasn't his kind known for the ferocious looks and prissy attitude? Well, came to think of it is not that different form him. Not really.
You shove your overgrown puppy with a good aimed slap at his tail and he becomes even happier if that is even possible.
And now you sit on your couch, watching the rain, with a large dog whining at you and begging to play.
Great.