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Disclaimer: … Don't make me say it.
Summary: The black clouds—which held no silver lining—swallowed up my moon, my sister. My new best friend. My only friend.
Notes: Slightly dark themes. Run-on sentences ahead. Implied sex, but I hardly describe it. This is my first CATSfic, but I don't expect you to be nice to me. Treat me like I've written a hundred CATSfics or something. I did sorta go out on a limb starting with something dark, but I'm into sad things lately. Most of my fics will probably be tragic now.
Enjoy, my children.
P.S. This looked longer on Word. Dear lord it's short.
I curled up in a remote corner of the junkyard, in a tiny clearing. I felt suffocated. The junk piles rose so high and looked so dark in the night that it felt like I was locked in some cage. So matter how much I strained my eyes, in this empty extreme darkness, I could see but a sliver of the moon. The moon was not beautiful. It wasn't a beautiful, clean off-white like usual. It was desperate. Faded. The edges of the moon weren't crisp and defined but blurred.
Or maybe my eyes were just too clouded with tears.
I felt like the moon that night. On that night we were twins. I was dirtied and pathetic. We were alone. We were alone together. Sisters. She had no stars to comfort her, just like me. I had no friends. I had no one. Because I did it. Because I…
I became a new Grizabella. I was just like her. Tears stung my eyes like a thousand bees and needles, until they spilled down my face. I looked up. The moon was gone. The black clouds—which held no silver lining—swallowed up my moon, my sister. My new best friend. My only friend.
It was my fault. Why did I do that? I was sick of being the perfect little kitten everyone adored. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to.
No, I meant to. I knew full well what I was doing I was just too angry to realize how dumb I was being and I… I was so selfish. I hurt my best friend, my brother. My little Mistoffelees. I hurt my love, I hurt my Plato.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've stayed home like mama told me to. But no. I told him I wanted it. I creeped out of my home, the place where people loved me, so that I could meet him. So I could be taken by him. I don't even remember what it was like. It was painful. It did not feel good. At some point it did, but I didn't feel it. I was numb.
I was so stupid! Why did I do that? I had everything. I had a boyfriend, loving parents, amazing friends, and a brother I couldn't live without. But now I've got no choice.
Because I let him have me. I let Macavity have me.
I'm so sorry.
I gathered myself, all the broken pieces of Victoria. In my weakened state, I swayed like a drunken human. I was a dirty Pollicle. I had only one choice now.
I was his. And I needed to act as such.
Did you like it? Hate it? I know the ending totally sucked. And the plot probably did too. I was bored. I'm sorry. Go ahead, be a silent reader. I don't mind. It's okay.
Adieu, mon amour.