Its just a dog!

I know it's not the first however, it is fresh. A memory not like any other, one that still haunts me to this day.

The sudden slam of the breaks and giant bump that threw us off our seats.

For a dog. A beautiful shepherd lying there cut in half, from no other than the bus tire.

Moving with every step, half of his liver lyes across from him and me, in the middle of the road. Blood poured out of his body like someone had just smashed a whole pool full of strawberries and left all the juice.

A beautiful dog had died alone with no one other than a stranger to him, me. With his eyes open and lower body cut in half, I had taken my hands and placed them on the collar. The collar that was soaked in strong sticky strawberry like blood.

As I removed his collar I hoped to find a name, number or just something, but there was nothing.

At the moment I was helpless.

However, I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay by his side until his beloved family had found their precious child! But I had to leave, leave the sad sight of a murder scene to return to a bus full of misbehaved children that laughed at the fact that an eighteen-year-old was crying over a simple dog.

But he was more than that, he was not just a "simple dog" he was someone's family.

As the bus ride had come to an end my face was covered in wet mascara and salty tears, followed by the blood that stained and covered my fingertips. This memory is one I'll never forget and I just wished I could, simply forget.