As Bailey slowly rose to his feet, I tried to do something.
I reached my hand out. "N-NO!" I shouted, but it was too late.
The boys began throwing stones at Bailey as they pelted his small body. The squeaks and yelps from him ripped my soul apart as I watched blood emerge from his mouth.
I tried to stop the kids, but I'm too weak. They threw me off of them as they shoved me to the ground.
As I laid on the ground, I watched Bailey stop spasming.
He is no longer breathing.
With my mouth agape, I looked upon Bailey.
"I wouldn't feel too bad if I were you. Monsters don't own pets anyways. We were doing you a favor." The center boy laughed.
I didn't move my gaze from Bailey's corpse.
Is this my lot in life?
Was I born to suffer?
It wasn't his fault…
Why…?
I just want a normal life…
I don't want to search for food anymore. I don't want to lose everything important to me. I didn't want Bailey to die…
