A/N: This is a sad, no one cares kind of story, that came from listening to Losing Grip by Avril Lavigne one too many times in a row while thinking about Cats. I hope you enjoy, but if you don't, sorry, I didn't take too long writing this. It kind of all came at once.

disclaimer: First of all, I don't own Cats, or any of the material connected to that. Second of all, I don't own Losing Grip by Avril Lavigne. Yeah, only this sad idea belongs to me, kind of pathetic, really.

Think of Me

Part One: The Only One Who Cares is No One

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Are you aware of what

you make me feel, baby

Right now I feel invisible to you

Like I'm not real

didn't you feel me lock

my arms around you

Why'd you turn away

Here's what I have to say

Victoria, Queen of Ice, princess of snow. She was aloof and silent, like some kind of center piece. Worse yet, she was the best dancer in the whole junkyard. But another kitten felt for her.

She knew what the white cat was going through, but no one even knew it. She went through it herself. No one tried to act like they were her friends anymore. Not even Pounci came and played with her, he was too busy flirting with Bombalurina. Just because she could sing didn't mean everyone liked her.

At her first Jellicle Ball she had put her best foot forward, and had helped Grizabella, and sang a few solos. But that only made some of the kittens jealous, especially Etcetera, who saw her as competition for Tugger.

Really, now she was over the Tugger thing, it had been a first time experience, and she had decided that she didn't like Tugger. Poor thing, if Etcetera knew that, she'd think she was deprived or something!

Now she felt more rejected and alone then the Queen of Ice, who at least had people come and dance with her. She was like Grizabella, only not so undesirable in the eyes of the Jellicles.

I was left to cry there

waiting outside there

grinning with a lost stare

that's when I decided...

Why should I care

cause you weren't there

when I was scared

I was so alone

you need to listen

I'm starting to trip

I'm losing my grip

and I'm in this thing alone

It was time to leave, time to find another place to go. The tortoiseshell kitten rose slowly, tears in her eyes. She'd thought she'd had a home. Now it was time to leave again.

Would she find her sister, the one she'd lost so long ago? Not likely. Would she find friends who treated her better then the Jellicles? Not likely. But a broken heart longs for healing, and hers felt that healing would never come if she stayed here.

For a while, he'd seemed different, but not for long. They'd gone out for two, three days? And then he'd run off to go flirt with a prettier, older, more dangerous queen. Someone more interesting then her. She'd thought he'd actually cared, unlike most, but now she knew she'd been wrong.

It still hurt to leave him. Should she wait, and give them a chance?

Am I just some chick

You placed beside you

to take somebody's place

when you turn around

can you recognize my face

you used to love me

you used to hug me

but that wasn't the case

Everything wasn't okay...

No, she decided, staying wasn't an option. No one would ever accept her, they hadn't accepted Silly.

Silly. Even the mention of her sister hurt. Maybe if she thought about her formally as Ms. Sillabub, it wouldn't hurt as much. But that seemed silly. She waited for the tears to come, but they didn't. They wouldn't come anymore.

'A tortoiseshell kitten with an extraordinary voice really doesn't matter to anyone,' she thought. 'I'm all alone, no home to call my own.'

She could've had a home, if she'd played their games right. But when Pounci had dumped her, she'd just ran off into seclusion, not caring what the world thought of her. Okay, when she'd figured out he'd dumped her. He couldn't tell her. He still hadn't told her. They were best friends, and he couldn't tell her?!

He'd gone off and flirted with just about everyone else, and all that time she'd stood around smiling and trying to make friends with the others, even the Queen of Ice.

No, they didn't care about her. And with that she turned and began to walk away from them, even as they gathered for a game of tag.

I was left to cry there

waiting outside there

grinning with a lost stare

that's when I decide...

Victoria pointed at her, seeing her leaving, "Hey, I wonder where Jemima's going?"

No one paid her heed, until she yelled, "Hey, Jemima where you going?"

Jemima turned back slowly and looked at her. All she could think of to say was, "Away."

All the kittens sat up, including Pouncival. "Why?" They cried.

A thousand things flooded Jemi's head, a thousand feelings, a million pains. What could she possibly say to make them understand? They'd only feel sorry for her.

Why should I care

cause you weren't there

when I was scared

I was so alone

you need to listen

I'm starting to trip

I'm losing my grip

and I'm in this thing alone

Old Deuteronomy looked up from his seat on the tire. "Yes, Jemima, dear, tell us." He spoke softly and kindly, but Jemima felt that she couldn't refuse him. But she couldn't say, either.

"I have to find Silly..." She mumbled, fumbling for an excuse.

"We can help!" Tumble grinned up at her, not realizing it was only an excuse. She knew she'd never find Silly.

"I don't think that's the problem," murmured Victoria.

Everyone ignored her. "Of course it is!! She misses her sister! Perfectly understandable!" The way they brushed Viccy off, and acted like Jemi was stupid and didn't know Silly wasn't coming back hurt.

"Nobody cares about me!" Jemi yelled, and burst into tears. Then she ran out of the junkyard, sobbing hysterically. And no one could understand.

Crying out loud

I'm crying out loud

crying out loud

I'm crying out loud

Open your eyes

Open up wide

Jemi continued to run. 'I'm on my own, now. They'll remember me as being selfish, probably. They were all so worried about me, well, we'll just see. I don't need them.'

She paused and brushed the tears from her eyes and wiped them off her face. She knew where she'd go now. Even if they were enemies of the Jellicles, they might care about her. It was certain that the Jellicles didn't. She even felt sorry for Victoria, stuck there, and for Grizabella, desperately wanting to be accepted by such, such snobs!

She turned into the dark alley, and walked into the abandoned warehouse.

"Don't worry, Jemima," Macavity's deep sinister voice said, "We care about you."

'This it,' she thought, 'I'm leaving the Jellicles for good now.'

Why should I care

cause you weren't there

when I was scared

I was so alone

you need to listen

I'm starting to trip

I'm losing my grip

and I'm in this thing alone