My name is Roxanne.

I live alone here in this old, decrepit apartment building. The rain leaks through the roof, and cracks in the wall let the wind in during storms. Sometimes it gets really cold, especially during winter- that's when most of the humans disappear. Not that many of them come down to this part of the city anyway. Here it's dirty, old, and practically falling apart. You can hardly blame them. It's pretty much abandoned, no one comes here anymore- cat or person.

Some might say it's a lonely life, but I don't like cats' company.

My throat is burning, and I can barely stand up on my paws any longer. I can feel the blood running down my coat, hear its drops falling on the cement. I didn't want to do it. I didn't have a choice.

Because a few seconds ago, I swallowed an entire mound of rat poison. All I could find in the old building next door...

Now the world around me spins in a blurry whirlwind as my heart slows down.

It's difficult to breathe when you're choking on your own blood. Air only comes in through short gasps, and your vision blurs as you try to push yourself forward. On heavy paws, I tried to pull myself through the vent on the wall, but my legs crumple beneath me and I collapse before I am able enter my sanctuary.

As I lay there on the cold, unforgiving pavement, a small rumble echoes in the sky and slowly, pindrops of rain begin to fall. They strike me like sharp splinters of ice, but I can do nothing, only look up at the clouds from which they fall.

I've always hated the rain.

There's no point in trying to move anymore. I simply accept it for what it is.

The drops begin to increase at a steady pace, and their weight pulls and flattens my fur against the sidewalk. In the distance, the ever-sounding honks and wails of the humans' cars resonate through the air, even through the sound of falling rain. I can feel my blood flowing, mixing with the puddle now forming beneath me, staining it red.

But I don't care to look.

The pain is gone now, replaced with a familiar feeling of numbness as I look up into the ashen expanse of sky above, too tired to even flinch at the drops that strike me.

Any second now, I will be dead.

I feel calm, I'm ready for it.

I have only one thing to say now:

Thanks for nothing.

Goodbye.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

If you are following my other stories, you might remember me mentioning something about a new idea I had ;) Well, here is a short prologue I had typed that was stashed away so why not post it now? When I return fully, Legacy WILL be my main focus, so I may not get to this for a while, but I wanted to just put it here.

Some Information:

-I have it Rated T right now, but that might actually need to go up, just to be safe. There's nothing super bad, its just dark and I'd hate to get in trouble for it, better safe than sorry right? For now, it'll stay T and as we go you can guys can tell me your own opinion about this issue.

- This is here for a sort of Disclaimer, because this story is HIGHLY INFLUENCED and could even be called an interpretation of something I discovered very recently. If you know it, you probably already recognized it in this intro. I would like to tell everyone, and to also confirm that these ides and themes are not all my own, but inspired by this thing, BUT it is VERY dark, and a horror, and I really don't want to point anyone to it because it is definitely not for the faint of heart, especially if you are easily disturbed. Very inspiring however, as you can see by the creation of this story :P

-ALSO, if you are familiar with my writing, you know that I HATE first person. But for this story it is a necessity, therefore, I shall try my best...

Madmallow

P.S I am very interested and excited to begin typing this one, I know it may seem odd now, and it IS different, but I hope you will all like it.