I sat in my room, tired beyond reason so that sleep cried out to any sane
creature. To bad I wasn't sane. I havn't been for years.
All of this... It was all an attempt to bring me back to normal. A meager attempt to save what sanity I had left.
Ha! I laugh at her attempts to save me. Though... I feel a slight connection to her... After all... she DID give me a home... and food... and love...
GAH! What am I thinking?!? I don't need any of that!
And yet... I do.
I do. THAT is why I'm crazy. Because I loved. Yes, because I loved. Not a realationship love. But, family love.
I never knew my parents. All I know is that they are famous. They were owned by a Gelert breeder. They were top show dogs. And I was their daughter.
I also had a brother. His name was... Well, actually, I can't remember his name. I'm not sure if time has made me forget or if I willed myself to block it out from my memory. I DO know that he was a Yellow Gelert. The keys words here was WAS. I don't know what happened to him.
I remember, now. THEY took him. They bought him from the breeder and they left, against his protests and my cries to take me, too. I remember running after them, BEGGING them to take me with them. They laughed at me. "We want a Battle Dome star. Not some snobbish show Gelert," they said, laughing as they turned a corner.
The manners I had been taught were forgotten as my rage boiled up. I screamed into the darkness. Deep within the bowels of my ancestriey, a voice arouse, crying to come forward and show itself. I complied, and sent forth an awsome howl, given to me by my Gelert ancestors.
I reared and took of down the street, turning the corner at amazing speed for an untrained pet. My paws pounded the pavement as I went. THERE! I spotted them down the street at a bus stop. My brother was on a leash with a muzzle on his mouth. Over his eyes was a hankercheif, so that he would not be able to see where he was. His eays were pressed back in anger.
My eyes widened as the bus pulled in to the stop. I HAD to get there. They borded the bus, pulling my brother along with them. I was almost there. The doors of the bus closed when I was ten feet away. I slowed to a stop and just stared in disbelief as the bus started to move. I could only turn and stare as the bus rolled past me
All of this... It was all an attempt to bring me back to normal. A meager attempt to save what sanity I had left.
Ha! I laugh at her attempts to save me. Though... I feel a slight connection to her... After all... she DID give me a home... and food... and love...
GAH! What am I thinking?!? I don't need any of that!
And yet... I do.
I do. THAT is why I'm crazy. Because I loved. Yes, because I loved. Not a realationship love. But, family love.
I never knew my parents. All I know is that they are famous. They were owned by a Gelert breeder. They were top show dogs. And I was their daughter.
I also had a brother. His name was... Well, actually, I can't remember his name. I'm not sure if time has made me forget or if I willed myself to block it out from my memory. I DO know that he was a Yellow Gelert. The keys words here was WAS. I don't know what happened to him.
I remember, now. THEY took him. They bought him from the breeder and they left, against his protests and my cries to take me, too. I remember running after them, BEGGING them to take me with them. They laughed at me. "We want a Battle Dome star. Not some snobbish show Gelert," they said, laughing as they turned a corner.
The manners I had been taught were forgotten as my rage boiled up. I screamed into the darkness. Deep within the bowels of my ancestriey, a voice arouse, crying to come forward and show itself. I complied, and sent forth an awsome howl, given to me by my Gelert ancestors.
I reared and took of down the street, turning the corner at amazing speed for an untrained pet. My paws pounded the pavement as I went. THERE! I spotted them down the street at a bus stop. My brother was on a leash with a muzzle on his mouth. Over his eyes was a hankercheif, so that he would not be able to see where he was. His eays were pressed back in anger.
My eyes widened as the bus pulled in to the stop. I HAD to get there. They borded the bus, pulling my brother along with them. I was almost there. The doors of the bus closed when I was ten feet away. I slowed to a stop and just stared in disbelief as the bus started to move. I could only turn and stare as the bus rolled past me