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Chapter One : Memories

I'd never been given an option on whether I live or die. It's something that destiny must call up for you, and something that no person should decide for you, but for me. I could die tonight, or I can try and survive the torture that burns through me.

I'd already fell down the hill, into a pit of fire. It circled around me a few feet, and I couldn't get out. My whine was lost int he roaring waves of fire that was set on the forest.

All I could think was that I was going to die tonight. But I'd not planned to. I always wanted to to die old, and I knew everyone would end up dying once in their life. I mean, of course you can only die once, unless you're brought back, but it's very rare that you come back and stay for a while.

The heat burned up the air around me, and I couldn't see anything from the smoke burning around my face, tearing up my eyes. I would rub them and they would sting. I barked out coughs and tried to look up at the sky, for the brightest star. My father had taught me that if I ever ran into trouble, to run for the brightest star, and I would be safe from anything that wanted to hurt me.

I made my jump across the fire that encircled my body and fell on impact on the warm dirt. I had not been used to jumping or using my legs to run yet. I'm only about a few months old.

My ears pulled up when I heard a faint distant name calling for me.

Come over here!
Follow Me!

The voice was my mother's. She was calling just for me to run to her. I'm sure that my brothers had already made it out. My little legs ran as much as I could. The dirt under my paws were getting hotter and hotter, until I realized, I wasn't heading for the brightest star. I heard my mother call my names a few more time.

I'm coming mom! I exclaimed in a weak bark. The smoke filled my lungs and my barks became wheezes. The bright star was behind me, and when i saw a large creature standing on two legs, with an object in their paws. I realized I shouldn't have listened. They caught my mother probably... That's where I heard her voice.

I turned my body and started running the other way, until the ground was lost under my paws. I was running through the air. My head turned and i was being held by the creature. I whimpered out barks at him to put me down, until I was put in a large round movable object. The top had closed and I was trying to push my way out. It felt like a smooth fur that didn't have hair. I could hear it tear softly and there was a hole in it. I barked out more.

Natasha! Where are you!? my father yelled out. That was him. No one could ever imitate my father... I barked out more, letting him know where my location was. The object I was in moved a few times, until I heard my fathers barking and growling. I felt a blunt force to the bag then another on my underside. I could hear the growling and barking coming from my father. His snarls scared me, but i knew he was very protective of me. He's loved me so much and he always made sure I was his top priority.

I could see through the torn hole, my father growling at the creature that put me in this object. The back of the object had began to get hot. I was near the fire!

Daddy! I whined. His glare didn't turn. I could see everything in his mind. He was angry at the person in front of him. It was...human
He tackled the human, and started biting him.

Daddy! Please stop! I cried out. The back of the object had caught fire, along with the fur on my back. The smell was recognizable. I yelped out loudly. And it was no yelp for help... it was a yelp of pain and torture. My back was now burning, and I could smell the singed skin on my back..

Daddy! I'm burning! I whined out. I tried ripping the object more, until I was able to get out. My back was aching, and I couldn't stand up. My knee's buckled, and I kept staggering.

My legs went numb and I felt the flame leave my back, but i felt the ember still singeing more of my skin. My father had picked me up by the scruff of my neck, and took off. I looked in the sky seeing him follow the brightest star.

Daddy! My back's burning! I cried out.

Hold on just minute. I'll get you to the river! he said with confidence. The area was becoming more familiar to me. The river wasn't too far back. I heard something, like a loud snap.

Don't listen to anything except my voice! he instructed. My face was hard to read where i was in pain, but in a few seconds, i felt something freezing cold now, and my lungs weren't filled with air anymore. My head was pulled out of the river and I barked out coughs of water. The burning was no longer there, but the pain was still unbearable.

Your'e going to be alright he said, and then headed on towards the bright star, to the end of the forest and the large forest fire.

I am using speech recognition and it sucks.


I find it funny.

It keeps messing up on me.

Well.. Lately I've been hit with animal cruelty. My cousin's friend found a kitten by the river around here. it was only two weeks old, and it was sick. It was in a box... And had nothing else to it's name.

It's hard for me to write this because my cousin's friend gave it to my sister, who gave it to me to take care of. And I loved him the second I saw him. He was the most adorable little kitten I've seen in forever. He was only 2 weeks old, and he was shivering alot. He sounded like he had a cold though, and we thought it was where he was out for so long.

We got some milk form the vet for him and the vet said to feed him every few hours... So the scond eday, he seemed to do so much better after I got done feeding him. I had to take him to my grandmothers, where my mom wouldn't let us keep him...

I couldn't wait to go see him on the third day. I was so happy that he was doing so much better. I had ran over on the fourwheeler to my grandmother's house to see how he was doing. I checked his box and saw he wasn't in there. My papaw said he was in the bed with my grandmother. When she woke up, she brought him down, with a frown.
She said he wasn't doing so good.. He couldn't even stand up and he wouldn't drink any milk. My heart felt like it was going to tear out' of my chest. So i took him and tried to feed him.
A few hours passed and he was getting sicker and sicker. My grandmother was watching us every so often. I had the kitten proped on my chest, and I made the mistake of picking him up, and i felt him cough once... I felt one little beat in his chest. And then, his eyes never closed.

That's when he died in my hands on September 5th, 2008

He was only two weeks old, and lived his life in a box... away from his mother..

Though it's sad, I'd like to hear everyone's response to the story I've just told... and tell about your love for animals...
It's not a made up story for attention, I'm just posting it because today is the 3rd anniversary and I've been so upset about it...