I Know this is short, but if you don't like it don't review. P.S. It's told by Pouncival
Why do I have to wait for death? When people are so miserable they stay miserable until they either get killed, or die of old age. Why can't you kill yourself when you've been miserable your whole life. My name is Pouncival, and I get no respect, I get ignored, and no body likes me. I hate my life everything about it, and my mom doesn't love me. My dad left me. I have no friends, and everyone thinks I'm a freak. Why does everyone hate me? I have no one, and the only reason Bombalurina danced with me in the mating dance, is because she didn't get Tugger, and I think I heard her gag. Cats think I'm sick, and twisted. Why? How am I not likeable? I try to be nice, and funny, but everyone turns me away. I now hate everyone in the tribe, but I've tried other tribes, and they all hate me, so they turned me away. The only cats that I think can stand me, is Old Deuteronomy, and Munkustrap. I thought that Tumblebrutus, Plato, and everyone liked me, but then rumors started going around that I killed a street cat for sport. I was protecting myself, and now no one likes me, but I am pretty likeable. My mom just doesn't like me for a strange reason. Why do I have to wait for death? I got miserable when the rumors started going around. Great now I have tears in my eyes, now everyone will think I'm soft. But why would they care? They don't care about me. There is no reason for me to live right now. I hate my life, and I've hated my life ever since someone started the rumors two years ago. Munkustrap wanted me to wait for death, but I say screw him! Why do I have to wait? I hate waiting! I'm not even allowed in the Jellicle Ball anymore. They're all scared, and Munkustap agreed that I wasn't allowed! Why do I have to wait? I don't want to wait anymore. I'm not even close to dying, and I'm too young to get chosen to go up to the Heaviside layer, and I can't get chosen, because I'm not allowed in the Jellicle Ball which sucks! I hate my goddamn life, and now I have no reason to live. No one would care anyway. I don't have to wait for death, and I won't wait. They can't make me wait, and now I don't think Munkustrap or Old D likes me anymore, so why live. No one will accept me in their tribe, because they're afraid of me. Not even Macavity will take me, and that's pathetic! This all sucks, maybe I should form my own empire like Macavity's. No. No it's not right, and the only other option besides that… is to die. Goodbye life. Hello Everlasting Cat. Tear I hate you Jellicles. Go to hell…
So Pouncival found a rusty nail, and drove it into his heart. He waited until it was over, and he gave a little chuckle. He closed his eyes, and died. No one cared. No one cried, and no one loved.