PROLOGUE.
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"Sh*t-!"

The moment the pathetic situation finally dawned on you, you find yourself letting go a curse and simultaneously kicking off an invisible stone off the road.

You shake your head, refusing to acknowledge it. Taking a step back, you still have your eyes trained on the stockpile of dust.

With hands shaking, you try to flip your antique-looking wallet close and flick it open; then flicking it close to flip it open once again.

You have only wanted to disprove the terrible truth that you seem to be facing right now. You even begin to shake your wallet in a desperate attempt to search for any spare change.

A small speck of dust only falls down-and who knows how terribly disappointed you look right now. But it doesn't mean that you're going to give up that easily. You refuse to believe this outcome, so your actions did not just stop there.

You once again flick your wallet open, shaking your wallet even violently, to make certain that you haven't overlooked any of the contents.

But then again, you only receive more disappointments. No paper bills. Not even a single coin. You can only let out a sigh and give up from searching.

Damn it. F*cking damn it!

Dejected by the results of your search, you let yourself collapse to the ground as you worried for yourself in the near future.

Are you really going to die like this? You helplessly wonder, sulking at your previous actions and stupid decisions.

Maybe you shouldn't have spent all your money the day before. Maybe you shouldn't have spent all your money on food; but still... can anyone blame you?!

Can anyone blame someone who was born a f*cking glutton? You get so hungry easily. You just couldn't control it! It's human nature, your nature! If you don't eat, then you'll starve! If you starve, you'll die! You... you just can't let that happen!

While others think that Shrek is love and Shrek is life, it's a different matter for you. Food is love! Food is life! Food is everything you seek for.

You can't live a day without eating anything.

You narrow your eyes, pouting, as you silently observe the damn cars just rushing before you. You release a sigh; hands weakly clutching onto your poor stomach that whiningly growls a few seconds later.

Blood rushes up your face. You look over your shoulder for any witnesses.

Luckily for you, there is no one around.

So this is it..

You blink your dulllike (E/C) eyes, exhaling yet another puffy sigh. Is this how your life really going to end? Well, there's a high possibility that, who knows.. you might just end up in the news.

Discovered dead due to starvation; and you can only imagine how your family's going to react when they heard of your death.

Your sister's probably gonna celebrate the announcement of your death, while your parents might just comment out how they have already predicted it to happen.

Your eyes start to burn from the sudden thought while a feeling of bitterness slowly seeps into your heart. Tears are wanting to be released; but you suppress this, fakely smiling instead.

It has been two days since you left your household; two days since you finally have enough with their treatment towards you. Though your parents were never the violent types, but you completely loath their obvious favoritism towards your sister. And then there's your beloved sister who is always testing your patience.

You know that you have never acted like a perfect little sibling to her, but you know that you do not deserved to be insulted by her. While your sister is clearly the better daughter, that doesn't give her the right to call you terms that degrade your existence.

And then there are times that she can be so violent. You slightly wince at the memories when your damn parents would always side with your sister despite you being the innocent one. She has that charm after all; she can make any person believe her with just a word.

In conclusion, it's a toxic household.

You eventually have enough with all the constant mental struggles, so you finally resolve to pack your things and escape this hellhole.

Your reasons for leaving your family might sound childish to others, but you just can't handle spending another day with them anymore. Maybe... Maybe you'll return to them soon, but now is not the time.

"Meow...."

You slowly tilt your head to the side to see a beautiful black Persian staring up at you with her bright yellow eyes.

You're slightly startled but soon compose yourself upon observing that the cat isn't hostile. The cat only remains there, sitting in her place, while calling out for you with her meows.

Maybe she's asking for food, but it's very impossible for you to feed her in this current state of yours. The brown wallet in your hands is unfortunately empty, and you do not have any food on your backpack.

"I'm sorry..." you dejectedly whisper, smiling quite sadly at your pathetic situation.

You stroke its head as if it is actually your compensation for the lack of food to offer. Fortunately, the Persian cat doesn't care about that matter, even leaning closer to your touch as they softly purr.

You fondly smile.

You're more of a dog person; but right now you're slowly turning into a cat person. Brushing the soft black fur with your fingers, you look at the Persian cat with affectionate eyes.
Your hunger, temporarily forgotten.

While you're having the time of your life, you suddenly recall a thought.

Cats are said to carry some luck..

You thoughtlessly trail your fingers from the cat's head down to its back.

Maybe you should wish for a blessing?

But..

Luck doesn't exist in this world. Right? You don't really believe in such things, but...

The Persian cat purrs once more, making you give the animal a look of helplessness.

"You wouldn't mind giving me some luck, right?" Your voice, soft and hesitant, while asking. The cat blinks its yellow eyes at you as if pondering that you're a strange human before meowing after a few seconds.

Of course you don't understand what they said. The feline language is not something you know since you are not a cat nor a catwoman. But in spite of the language barrier, you're hoping that it said yes.

You softly smile. "Thanks."

"Meow."

Okay. You are really going crazy.

Releasing the black cat, you slap your face in both sides, pinching your flushed cheeks from how crazy you seem right now. You observe the cat leave soon after. While its small figure vanish from the distance, you're still hoping for some lucks from her.

But still please promise me, you whisper in your mind as you mentally bid your farewells.