Night after night she cried and screamed in agony. She had lost everything. Everything. Her family, friends, home- everyone and everything she had known and loved. Gone.
Her heart was broken to bits inside, her soul wounded. No, torn. Torn. Her soul was torn.
You know how you say a word over and over and then it loses meaning?
That's how she saw her life.
Beaten by her enemies, having everything important snatched away from her. That was all she ever knew, and she believed that was all she ever would know until she died. She wished to die. After all, why keep on living when there's nothing to live for?
Thats what she thought, anyway. She had nothing to live for. A lifeless being, a shadow of a cat she was becoming. Day after day, she was closer and closer to death. It wouldn't be long now.
One lonely depressed night of her life, she felt as though her life was slipping from her. Similar to all those other days, but faster. More gripping. It was time; she was going to die. And for once, she was happy. She would be at peace, hopefully seeing her loved ones once more.
And she was going to die.
Until he came.
He came.
And he saved her.