Last Life (Part 3)

My last life. Even as I stared, uncomprehendingly. at the singular stripe on my back, I couldn't believe it.

Now what? Jared isn't gone, what the Hell am I supposed to do? How will I live through the next night when I'm being hunted?

Moreover, who on Earth cares? No one gives a rat's ass about me, really. My boyfriend ditched me for my freakiness. Maybe I should kill myself. That would solve a lot of problems. I look around into the dark night, listen to the wind and rain, and I know I won't kill myself. I just like living.

I like it a little too much.

A small dog wanders in front of me, and I stare at it. The dog stares back with soulful brown eyes. Dogs are such an adorable species, yet they are also so pitiful. I've never understood the fascination humans have with dogs. Maybe it's because they are both such a pitiful, useless species. Wolves are better, much more respectable, but they hate all cats.

The dog is still staring at me. I begin to get uneasy.

"What do you want?" I hiss at the small beast.

It lunges, and everything goes dark.