I laid in my bare bed, letting the winter cold be my only comfort in my room. I shivered before I sneezed, trying to stay in a ball to keep myself warm. Only darkness answered my whimper, shushing me into silence. 'Why do they hate me?' I thought, fluffing out my fur, holding onto my tail like a teddy bear. I could only cry to myself as I heard my step dad yell in the living room, the sound of things breaking soon reaching my ears.

My father never cared about me, never once looked at me other than as an annoying pest; he had told me that enough times to carve it in my mind. 'Why Arceus?' I thought, praying to him to take me know. 'I miss Mom,' I thought, whimpering at the thought at my dead parent, crying harder at what had happened after. My father had come home drunk, groaning to himself as he stumbled into my room, the first time he had ever done so; I wish he never had. My father had taken me, stripping me of my innocence in a bloody way. He left me alone when he finished, leaving me bleeding on my bed as he went to his room.

'Why?' I thought one last time, looking at my claws. With a cry of anguish, I drew them across my throat, relishing the warmth of my blood as my life steadily drained from my body. 'Finally... warmth,' I thought, letting my head down as I let my life go away. 'I will be with you soon Mom,' I thought, shedding my last tear.