Thesa
In snow covered dreams, Thesa walks. Losing her rightful mind as she roams. Not knowing where to go, or where to escape, she wishes for death to visit her. Freeing her from the empty life that she lives day in and day out. She one day woke up from this dream, finding herself in a dark bedraggled rag under a dim city light. The stars flickering in the night sky. She felt tears in her eyes. She escaped, but who rescued her? Was she even free? Was this another world she was cursed to lose her mind in? She got up out of the rag and trotted through the cold grass. Looking around, all she could see was black, and the rare light of another city light, just like the one she found herself awake at. Was she going in circles? Was she alone? She could not tell.
The silence that filled the air felt bitter in her ears. She walked what seemed like forever, and began to grow weak. She lay on the cold moist grass and sniffed the earthy smell that lingered out from the soil. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing shallow. Just then, in the distance, she heard a noise. It started out low, as if it were a hum sung to her as a lullaby. It got louder, and louder, now it wasn't soothing as it was, but now a scream. Thesa's eyes shot open when the beam of two lights shot passed, and the scream faded back into the hum, which turned back into the silence that stung her ears before. She raised her head, and looked around. Next to her was a road. She remembered seeing something like it in her thoughts. Her past. Before she became lost in this world that seemed to be imagination, she remembered living in a home with her mother. A cozy cabin filled with the scent of warm cookies and pine. Her mother was an elderly woman in her sixties. She was human; unlike herself. Thesa never really knew her birth mother, but she considered this woman as her mother anyways. Her name was Bertha. Bertha Marie Cherry. She treated Thesa like her own child. Feeding her when she was hungry, giving her a place to sleep at night, and giving her the love a mother gives. But one day she woke up, and that was all gone. Ever since, those were the only memories of her past life she could remember. But why does she remember a road? She gazed up at the sky, and thought. Road trips. Yes. She remembered the trips she took with Bertha. On some days, she would take Thesa to a place where they would make her feel better when she felt ill. Thesa remembered it well now. Snapping her out of her warm memories, a cold drop of water dripped down her cheek. Was she crying? No, she couldn't be. There was more water, and it fell on her back. She glanced at the road. Dark spots. Yes, it must be raining, she thought.
It started to rain that night. Thesa decided to keep walking, as the lights must have been a sign. The thunder startled her here and there, and the lightning harsh, but she kept going. A few miles later, far in the distance, she could see many tiny lights. All stacked up in a perfect line, and so many rows of them. She pricked her ears up to listen for more humming. Her eyes open wider when she hears it. The humming! She starts running, the puddles splashing her, making her fur dirty and wet. She was cold, and the air from her running didn't help. She didn't care. She ran and ran until she could hardly breathe. As the lights got closer, she could now see that they were apart of a building. There were many buildings. Hundreds, thousands. Thesa looked around. More two beamed lights, the screaming, and distant humming. Around her, she saw more humans. Not like Bertha, not as gentle looking. They looked pretty young, and some of them were in pairs, kissing or holding hands. In darker areas, creepy looking men smoked and talked about gang life. About the last person they killed, or what kind of drugs to buy next. Thesa ignored the looks she attracted from her unique appearance, and explored this strange place. She saw plenty of lighted buildings, and sometimes an animal passing by such as a stray cat or dog. It stopped raining now, and Thesa was happy about it. Her fur was mud covered, and wet. She needed to find a place to dry off, and stay for the rest of the night. A while later, she found an abandon box, trashed by a homeless man that once lived there. It smelt of that man still, the reek of not bathing for months. Thesa hated the smell, but it was the only place she could stay. All night she lay still, dreaming about the horror she lives in. Lost without a life. Life without a meaning. She would twitch now and then with the worse parts. The blood she shed at times, and the pain it brought. She sometimes thought her dreams were better. The life she had was horrible. She just wanted to die.
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