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I had been running like crazy for hours and my legs were getting tired. My breath was heavy, I was scared. I turned back to see if he was still after me. He was indeed! Seemed like this dog would never let go of me!

Suddenly, I felt my legs get strong again, I saw my feet become paws and my raven black hair turned into raven black fur. I incereased in speed, but so did the dog. I jumped over a wall and meowed furiously. He was only a few inches away from my tail!

That’s when my alarm clock woke me up. Heck!!! I never get to know the end of my nightmares…

I started searching under the covers for my Kitty. I finally found him, laying beside the bed, on the carpet. He must have had fallen down in his sleep.

The poor dead-cat-doll looked like he had had a good night. May be he had done the same nightmare as me...

Kitty is one of a kind. He can’t talk and yet, I understand every bit of his feelings. His single eye (the other has got lost somewhere before I could fix it on him…) is full of secrets, of mystery…

It was a rainy day and I looked out with happy eyes. It was beautiful! I would have wanted to show this sinister landscape to someone, someone who would have found it beautiful too. I had no one. I then realised that I had never had anyone to share my feelings with. In fact, I kinda loved to be lonely. But this specific day, I dunno why, I wanted somebody to talk to. Someone to listen to me.

I ran downstairs to the laboratory. I finally found several pieces of red and black fabric that I had used in the past for I-can’t-quite-remember-what.

Kitty was born on that rainy day. We’ve been sort of friends since this day. I say friends... I doubt there is a word to describe the way we’re attached to each other. Kitty is like me, he’s strange. He hates almost everything in this world, he is silent, and he's dead (Or at least, he's not alive...). There is nothing lovable about him, and that’s why I love him that bad. When I think about it, may be he feels the same way about me after all…

Some times, when I come back from school, I search for Kitty everywhere, just to find him sitting at the corner of the window, gazing outdoor at the rain falling down from the black coulds. In these times, I can see it in his eye : he thinks that it's beautiful. And so do I!

Till my next nightmare…

Live Strange, get lost!

-Emily-

… -Kitty-