Monday, December 19
I decided to follow Pumpkin today.
They walked into Hobby Lobby. I hid behind an aisle full of scented pinecones.
The smell was getting to me. It made my head hurt, but I had to stay and watch Pumpkin, see what they were up to.
They weren't really doing anything, though, just standing there, doing nothing. I didn't quite get what they were doing, so I tried to edge closer to get a better look, but my hip ended up getting caught on the shelf, and a whole section of the Goddamn scented pinecones came crashing down. And, of course, everyone ran to check what had made the loud crash.
One of them was Pumpkin, and they looked so fucking pissed. They stomped over to me and started swatting me, and they started to yowl really, really loud, and they wouldn't even stop. They didn't even seem to care that I was starting to tear up. They didn't even care that I fell down to the ground and started picking everything up. They didn't even care that I ran home with tears running down my cheeks, like thick streams connecting to a fucking waterfall.
They didn't care, and it hurts me.
Why don't they care? I did everything for them! I gave them food! I gave them love! I gave them a place to call home! And this is how they repay me? By making me cry and fucking embarrass myself in front of a whole crowd of bystanding customers?
Well, I'm getting tired of it! All I do is give, give, give, and I get nothing in return!
I'm tired of it. I really am.
Word Count: 276.
(OOC: Co-written with: sfregiato.)