I slept by the dumpster in the alleyway last night, or at least tried to. The stench was so horrible. I would drift off to sleep then wake up cause my nostrils were burning. I cried three times last night. I feel like crying is all I do nowadays. I can't help it though. It makes it feel better. No matter how hard I cry, I know nobody will come to my aid. I know there is no comfort. But keeping it in also hurts because I know nobody will listen to me and nobody loves me. The tears are my only friends, companions, and family. They are the only things that shows that I'm alive and human.

Right now I'm just walking around the city. I yawn causing another person across the way to yawn. Why were they looking at me? A home perhaps? Probably not, I'm starting to give up on that dream. My whole life feels like that dumpster right now. It never was good to begin with but at least I had my brothers around to keep me company. I scratch the back of my head and create a terrified expression. Lunch time. Tons of people start coming out of the buildings and walking quickly to their destination. Bump, bump, and bump. Pushing, shoving, and hitting.

OW! My eyes water up and I grab my tail. THAT HURT! Someone just pulled my tail! I stroke it and stare at it. I can feel the tingle of my fingers going down and brushing against the fur. The pain of my tail bone continues as the sting of the pull is there. My eyes widen. This is...real? I twitch only to feel the ears on my head move. I slowly place my hand up there and feel the finger tips grasp the tip of the ear. It's real? I can feel my teeth hurting now and I run the end of my tongue on the point of my teeth. They're getting sharp. What's going on? I don't understand. My head is beginning to pound. I can't breathe. The world is going...black.

I wake up to see an angel. I'm dead now. Ok, so my vision is clearing. It's an old woman. Of course out of everyone who was passing, she was the one to help. She has had a whole life of fighting the dark days and she still continues. She is what you call a warrior. She caresses my cheek with a worried look. She picks up a wet cloth and puts it on my head. I like her. She seems nice.

"Are you ok, honey?", She asks worried.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"You're welcome! Did you need the ambulance? I was confused on what to do."

" No, I'm fine! Thank you though!", I get up quickly and brush myself off.

"You better go home now dear."

"Uh...Yeah"

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah!"

"Do you have a home?"

"..."

"You can stay with me", She pats my head and my eyes water. I can...have a place to stay? A home perhaps?