Day 6
I fled my home once again last night.
I'm not made to be in a buzzling city, with people doing their job, cleaning out the trash chute. I wish they'd taken a day off! So I could have gotten some beauty rest.
But no! Life is not as I would like it to be.
Once they found me, more and more people came to bother me. I'm not used to the paparazzi and all my fans.
To make myself feel better, I pretend they're fans. They're really not.
So I run again.
I don't like social interactions, not that I can really call them that.
More so a look, and then a scream and then one of us ends up running away. I mean, that's normal? Right?
Yea, who am I kidding
I don't do people, and they don't do me.
So I walk around randomly, staying away from the city, trying to hide in the country side.
The sky turns dark, but I still haven't found a place to rest.
So I walk and I walk, and I know I'll keep walking all of tonight.
No rest for me soon.
Day 7
It's been a long week
I'm dying to drink some water. I'm dying to get some food.
And lucky me, I find a small puddle.
Crouching down, I observe my reflection. It's really not pretty.
Not like the people around me, with lovely faces, long and lean legs, and with hands and arms that can hug those precious to them.
How I wish that was me.
How I wish I was a person with normal teeth, not the sharp daggers that lay in my mouth.
I've seen my appearance a million times, but today I feel more critical.
There never seems to be space in this world for me.
Not for a stray like me. With the appearance of a true monster.
As my shape is that of a large feline, a large predator.