Animal Abuse

[pikapower06]

(Ok, I was bored and no one on any of my sites or my IM's so I wrote this. What do you guys think?)

If you could make a difference would you? This question ran through my mind once more, as I sat in the dark room. Time would only tell. The sickening hands of time, ticking away so slowly, yet I was thankful that time was trying to freeze over for me. A mornful howl filled the air. Was it my howl? Did I howl again, or was it one of my fellow companions?
Well, I can't say this is the worst home I have ever been in. No, I've had worser in my opinion. If I may speak my mind, and open hidden chapters, I would like to do so tonight. I may not live to see the next. I can hear the cries of my companions around me. They all probably had it worser off than me. I know nothing of the sort when it comes to true pain, like some of these dear canines would. At least, I hear, the death'll be easy on us all.

Let's go back, as I tell you about my life, to my childhood. I was born to a healthy litter of five. I had two brothers, and two sisters, and a very loving mother. I was well cared for, and two adult humans that held me very often, when I was old enough, and two little human girls that loved to play with me. When I was old enough, they taught me a game of fetch. Yes, those were the good times. The slightly nice taste of bark in my mouth, yet in a way it held a bit of a foul taste. Not enough to spit it out, not when I could have fun with my master or his wife, or his kids!
But, one day, they took me to his friends house. I remember that day well. Me and Susanne, one of his daughters, were playing tug of war with one of my chew toy. Lightning flashed through the sky, rain pouring down as they drove on. Thunder boomed all around, almost announcing my own fait.
But, I can't say thaty weather knows your future and plans out the perfect scene. Anyways, once they stopped a bald man in his late forties walked out his front door, and stopped at the driver's side door. At the time, I knew not what was about to happen. I was too busy enjoying my time with my masters kids. They talked for a while. Soon, the kids were asleep, and I was just watching the two converse. The bald man nodded, opened the passenger door, and picked me up. With a friendly wave to them, he walked inside with me.
This could be loads of fun. I remember having thought that, as he carried me in. Once inside, his attitude took a turn. He dropped me on the couch, and walked up the stairs. I, with my curiousity held high, jumped down from the old thing, and ran to the stairs. I immediately started to climb them, and pawed at his door, still in a playful mood. I backed up just in time, as he came back out, and kicked me, sending me rolling down the stairs. The pain was heavy, and blood started running out of my nose. With a whimper, I retrieted to a dark corner. The next day, he walked down the stairs, his feet thudding against each step, weaking me up. Sleepily, I watched him, then jumped up, and barked out to him, a morning greeting. "Shuddup!" He yelled, turning to me, and kicking at me.
Was this kicking some sort of game I didn't know of? I never found out. He cooked himself something to eat, but all the day long didn't leave any food for me. Once in a while, I'd find excape outside, as he never fed me, and find food, or eat food he dropped on the floor. I had to be quick, though.
Once, I saw the door opened, and went straight to go outside, but he closed the door on my head! As I struggled to free myself, adding to what pain the door would cause, I ould only hear his laughter, and him try and close the door more. Soon, he opened it, glaring at me. "See! That's what you get for trying to run away!" He yelled, as I cocked my head a bit. I never tried to run away, not that I can recall. The outside was freedom, but there was a fence all the way around the place.
I remember once when he was driving home, a bit of a curved path he took, and I was outside. Soon, I became the target, but dodged in time. He backed up, then drove after me again, but after the second time gave up.
As he got out, he chased me down into a corner, and rapped his hands around me throat. Satisfied with his hand there, he picked me up, as I gagged, hoping and praying for air again, and carried me inside. He slung me into the house, after he shut the door. I landed with a thud, and skidded towards the couch, bumping into it harshly. That's what I get, huh? I was just wanting to be outside for a bit.
Ohh he had a nephew. Cute little demon in desguise. One day the kid came over, and tied my mouth shut, and my feet together, another day he was tossing knives at me. My new owner, at the time I always called him my new owner, never scolded him, but, as a knife landed in my foot, only congradgulated him.
I howled with pain, of course the pain started coating every inch of my body. The owner just yanked the knife out, and waited for a good while. then, he picked me up carefully, and drove me to a vet. I don't know what story he told them, but I remember he went with the vet in another room to talk a bit, I think. All I know is I woke up, back inside the old house. Once he got mad, and slammed a baseball right into my back, an old wooden one. I was for sure that my spine was broke, maybe it wasn't. The day I fought back, he had pulled out a gun, and shot, hitting me in the paw. Someone opened the door, and that's when I escaped.
I ran, until I couldn't run another step. Some soul founds me, and stitched me up, the first actual real, true to the heart, kindness in a long time, then handed me over to this dump. There's more that I could have told you about. There's some chapters I did leave out. I never descibe to you how after a while hunger became my best friend, I'm sure you can imagine what it must have been like, to some degree, with no food fed except what you can find on your own, when you got the chance to hunt for food. The lights turned on, an the guy I'm used to seeing is approaching me with another man. They open the cage, and the other guy is taking me off. He's placing me in his ran van, a beautiful scent entering my nose. There's a plate of steak, and the guy's sitting me beside it. He closes the door, and walks over to the driver's side door. Will this be another bad ending? Will I have to face another living nightmare of a home?

[Fazzy]

9/10
pretty good!

[pikapower06]

Thanks I did it at night, so I wasn't too descriptive. Just, bored and nobody on any of my RP sites or anything....

[Fazzy]

You did it at night???

[pikapower06]

Yep. No one was online on my RP things. It was actually quite latest I've written anything at.