Hello guys, no I'm not dead it's just my computer who's in heaven now. Even if I doubt you remember me here's the first chapter of Fireflies.
Chapter 1: The Nest.
I was born in a purple painted house, and my first words where unsignificant, but I have always been the curious one.
"Mother, what is outside?"
"Bad things." she would always awnser. But it only teased the burning fire in my heart.
I had a brother, and a sister too, but I never played with them and barely remember their name. They where useless and wuthout importance. At that stage of my life, when I was still a whimpering heap of fur at my mother's side, I lived with humans. Pets, they would call us, kitties or even furballs, that meant we where their playthings. I never asked mother why because I already knew the awnser.
"Pray and God will grant you." she says, and then thinks she is very wise.
But god never did anything, and I never believed.
Days passed and the two others began to talk as well as me, and to walk without stumbling. They played games I never joined, invented a million stupid things to do and where always very loud. But no matter how much I complained Mother never did anything and honestly I nether thought she would. Mother told me once I was smart, but that was before.
But as the days stretched on in the purple house, the more the flame in my heart turned to anger, then hate. I would find any way to annoy Mother and hurt my siblings, tearing open cushions and catching limbs with hooked claws. I was no longer the kitten who longed for the outside, I didn't listen to human talk, no longer trying to catch their words. Hatred, it burned me from the inside and my claws weren't enough to make it go anymore. It was like a raging fire, it hurt and cramped my lungs, leaving only ashes in it's wake.
One night, alone and hurt, with no living thing to share my pain with, I swore revenge. Splitting open my forelegs I hid the inside scars, the pain was the only proof that it was real, that I wasn't in some twisted dreamland but at home.
Mother still didn't notice, but I think she was just merely ignoring me because the humans never sat next to me on the couch, and the kittens where terrified of me. As people came and went I was hid in a closet, the dust and darkness only increasing my hate. I despised them, they stole my life away from me and they didn't even know it. There is still deep claw marks there, only remains of the desperate fight to get out of it, if only to see a bit of daylight
Then one day it changed.
******POV Change.******
The young cat watched the others run around stressfully with curiosity. What the hell are they doing? Things had changed in the last days, tension had begun to rise among the humans and even her mother was strange, trying to coax her into appearing normal as she said. It wasn't her fault she was ignored but nobody listened.
So when the tension reached it's climax, people she didn't know barging into the house, cardboard boxes scattered everywhere, her sleeping curiosity was revived. But then it all died down and her mother reunited them in the same nest for the first time. Curling her fluffy tail at her feet she began to speak:
"You kittens are going to be adopted, but unfortunately Moon is going to stay here." she didn't even look sorry.
"But why do Mittens and Malika get to go and not me!" she wailed, looking desperate.
"We already talked about it Moon, you don't have the right colour: we are supposed to be cream with chocolate points, not have that ugly light gray fur of yours, you have a tabby muzzle for god's sake! Anyways you're not going anywhere with those weird yellow eyes of yours."
They had never talked about it.
Moon felt as if somebody just clawed her, the stinging pain she felt couldn't be real, it had to go away. With a yelp she rose from the nest, skidding on the floor to get away from the laughs, away from the sneer of her mother and away from that cursed nest. The huge house felt like a blur, humans shot her a surprised look but she didn't stop, she had to get away. The anger, the hatred, the jealousy, the burning pain, it all came back. Feeling broken she ran faster, the burning pain in her lungs screaming that she was alive, that she didn't deserve this.
There had to be an opening! She had to flee, get away, fighting didn't even cross her mind. Spotting an open window she jumped, paws first, flying in thin air and feeling the wind on her pelt. That tiny second, the fragment of time, seemed to stretch, she was free!
The she came crashing down, a flurry of paws and fur tangled in a desperate attempt to get on her paws. The ground came, hard, and every bone in her frail body seemed to shatter to pieces. The pain was suddenly there, after seconds of numbness, the haze went away and it was all too clear. her hindquarters where scarlet, covered in layers of crimson liquid and in the mass of writhing flesh a white bone jutted out, nearly obscene in it's purity. she screamed for a few moments, the unbearable pain taking over then shut her jaws, it had become so clear that it was frightening.
She was going to die. And nobody was going to help her.
She felt herself slipping away, life was hard to grasp and the painful clarity was gone, replaced by black spots who swam at the edge of her vision. She had never meant it, she just wanted to go away so she couldn't understand the fact that the opening was so far from the ground, that liberty came at such a price. Crimson flowers blossomed on the grass and she stopped to fight, it was no use trying to fight death, she couldn't escape anymore. She let go to the darkness, a ghostly form fleeing before it could grasp her too nearly disturbed her, then she was swallowed.
-Broken