The girl woke up to a burned down rubble of what use to be a house.
"Ugh, I died again didn't I?" the girl slowly started getting up from the ashes.
She walked across and saw a shattered mirror on the ground barely left over. She looked into the shards and was shocked by her own appearance.
"Oh, so this time I am a black cat with a missing toebeam, Nice." She stared at herself.
This isn't her first time and probably won't be the last time she changes appearances. Every different life time comes a new form, a new shape, and sometimes a whole entirely different animal.
"So before I died I was a.... black bird... now I am a cat.... really?" she rubbed her paw against her own head.
"I really am getting tired and old of this shit. But atleast this fucking house was burned down. I mean look at this god awful place, it lacked structure. I had to have known that shit was going to entirely collapse and the fact that I am so god awfully alone this time around. I really am starting from nothing." The cat looked around in almost a bittersweet vibe.
The cat was aware that this was entirely her fault. She went against her own intuition, She fought a bloody battle against herself. And her last body...was entirely dismantled. A savage hawk had almost ate it's caracass alive but instead left it to die in a burning house. Not even blinking an eye like the blackbird was not even a real thing but rather an object to gracefully devour.
"Well I guess.... that bird might as well... stay left in the rubble too. I mean it's gruesome, the eye was popped out of the socket. The head slightly attached and it still somehow only died in the fire and not by the fact that it was ripped to shreds. I guess that's the cycle of karma for you, you wanted to think it wouldn't land but the grim reapear was always sitting outside your door. But you wouldn't have even known because the other person slammed the door right in your face. It's a shame" the black cat started to walk away from the ashe trying not to inhale the left overs.
"So, how was the trip across the sea?" The mom asked raising her brow.
"He slammed a door in my face. He lied. He wasn't even the person who I thought he was. I talked to his family and they just apologized refusely saying thats just who he is..." the black cat turned it's head in the opposite direction.
"I told you I didn't like that guy. I knew something was wrong with him didn't I tell you??" the mom snapped back
"I already explained to you why he is the way he is... It doesn't matter anymore. He is gone." The black cat started to make her way downstairs.
"Thank god! Finally." the mom went back to laying down.
"Even if I tried to explain, She would just go on tangents about how shes right so what even is the point of talking to her about this." the black cat thought.
It wasn't really a strange sensation to not be comforted. The cat got use to this- If it's not one thing than it's another. Either a long monologue about how the black cat was so naive for allowing things to happen to her that she already knew the outcome of. And if not that, than it's also a semi-sure "I will give you some comfort before telling you why you don't deserve the other half." A bittersweet feeling to the cat. If she even tries to express herself, it's always another person immediately making it about themselves. She also understood why this was the case so she just accepted that too. Others feelings are always more important. Always.
"I guess I will spend time meditating and reading orbs. I want to start writing everything so I can tell where I failed before. But I could not let anyone see that so I will probably just burn all the pages after I do it."
And the black cat spent three months, completely alone. She struggled to use her typewriter so she opted for blank paper instead. She just sat in her own isolation like a throne. No one could reach her and that felt almost like paradise for someone who got tired of being brutually hurt by others. If the black cat stayed in a cave that no one would care to actually mine far enough to hit diamond. It was simple. Or so she thought?
The Poster Wrote:
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𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀! 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙄𝙏! 𝘼 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙎!
𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝘼 𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀, 𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿, 𝙊𝙍 𝘼 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂! 𝙒𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀.
𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙄𝙏! 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁!
- 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙍𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙏
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"Wow, this is a bit intense." the cat pondered to itself while staring at the flyer.
The black cat had just made a new friend with a small white dog and decided maybe it should go see this magic show with the friend. So she skipped to their house to tell them the news about this white great rabbit.
*knock knock* "HEY!" the dog said.
"HEY! WANNA GO SEE THIS MAGIC SHOW IN TOWN??? BUT WE GOTTA LEAVE LIKE RIGHT NOW!!" The cat was excited bouncing a bit on it's paws.
"OH! Yea sure! Let's go!" The dog followed along with ease not even caring about what else it had going on for the day
The black cat and the white dog eventually get to the magic show and it's pretty crowded. They both sat while they watched this gray mouse in a black top hat perform magic tricks as a rabbit. Really impressive stuff, but by the end of the night- the black cat went home to write on her typewriter about this magic show and how passionate the white rabbit must truly have been.
To her dismay, she forgot that....anyone could be watching.
The cat continues to write for a couple months, walking around town, and hanging out with the white dog. While she lives her life, she feels a presence of a small gray mouse tracking her. She couldn't truly prove it but she knew it to be true. And because of this feeling, she starts going to the magic shows regularly. The more she went to the shows, the more she started realizing the little gray mouses present. Always there, Never Speaking.
After a bit of time, she started taking the white dog to the magic shows with her and telling the white dog how the magician is doing his tricks. The white dog felt uncomfortable that the gray mouse was now slightly noticable and clearly staring at the black cat.
"Hey black cat.... this is making me really uncomfortable... I didn't sign up for this when we became friends." The white dog told the cat.
"I don't really know what to do about the gray mouse...he just is there- staring - following me around at a distance.... what do I even do?" The black cat said to the white dog.
"I don't know but this is getting strange... at first, you start telling me about this guy.... and his behavior... and I wanted to dismiss the whole thing but now I am seeing it too and its making me beyond uncomfortable. Let's just forget about all of that and just enjoy the magic show. Let's just forget the fourth wall is being broken." the white dog shivered.
"I can't unsee it. You can't unsee it now either. He is RIGHT there." the black cat pointed at the gray mouse.
"I don't know if I really want to be around you at this point. I don't want to know the fourth wall. I am just someone who enjoys writers and performers like yourself. I didn't want backstage access." the white dog started to walk away from the cat.
"Wait... WAIT! You are like the only friend I have. Please I know this is really weird. I KNOW! But PLEASE DONT MAKE ME DEAL WITH THIS ALONE! I FEEL LIKE IM GOING INSANE." the black cat bit the dogs leg.
The white dog stayed friends with the black cat. But, as the friendship kept progressing the white dog started to resent the gray mouse. Everyone in their friendgroup started to hate the gray mouse. Everyone EXCEPT the black cat. The black cat stayed kept trying to understand the gray mouse.
What was his intentions? Why was he being so weird? Why was he running an entire trick and why was it personally targetted at her?
The more she watched- the more clear it started to become. The more she listened- She started hearing her own lingo leaving the white rabbits mouth. Sometimes, She struggled to tell the difference between the gray mouse and the white rabbit but really they were one in the same. Contradictory.
And because of this, her intuition started getting sharper. She started having dreams about this gray mouse in detail. Probably telling her more things than the gray mouse would ever want exposed. While this should've been a paradise to find another one like her, it became the biggest burden she could've stumbled upon. A paradise and A hell. So she started writting everything down on hidden pages, making a log of timing - details - and as much as she could prove that the pure white rabbit was a gray mouse playing a illusion in her own face.
"Hey black cat, tell them about that trip you took." The mom jestered while pointing her out.
The black cat doesn't tell her family much about her life, nor would she ever decide to personally volunteer herself to speak either. She's kind of the type of person who will only speak unless spoken to. So she spends alot of the family gatherings just listening to the others stories. Never giving much about herself unless forced to.
"Oh yea.. so that guy I was dating for a year, I finally met him. I broke up with him prior because he laughed on the phone about the idea of anyone wanting to marry someone like me. I flew across the sea because I already had a nest to stay in and I wanted to go talk to him in person. I thought maybe that would've changed something. I bought him roses and a gift bag full of things he liked. He came to the door and slammed it in my face. So I knocked again and then told his family the truth, Apologized for causing chaos, And I handed them the gift to give to him. We never spoke again and we never will." The cat adverted it's face away from her family.
"Wow, that's really fucked up black cat." One of the family members spoke.
"I told you guys a year ago what kind of person they were- and I was right." Her mom rebuttal.
"Yea.. she did." the black cat just agreed.
"Now tell them about that gray mouse! Apparently she told me that this guy was going to be in town without any mention of knowing and she knew the exact date he was going to be in." The mom told the family
"Oh... yea. That guy. I don't really know." She kind of just ended the converstation and allowed the rest of the family to talk about other things.
While the black cat is frequently visiting the pub where his friends hangout, she decided to drink some potions. While she decided to drink some potion, a koala walked into the pub and they both became friends fast.
Over time, the koala would come into the pub and tell the black cat between just them that he was working for a popular typewriting group. He told her his issues with this group, how he doesn't know how to communicate his feelings to them. She then wrote a message helping him and telling him that the group sounds like a huge burden. Almost a complete burnt down house full of creatures. But he still confinded in her in particular about this mess.
Truth be told, the black cat wasn't fond at all of the group. Her opinion of them was pretty detached. She just genuinely felt bad because she knew that the koala cared so much about these people. Not only that, he made it clear that the people in the group really cared about their burning house fire. She just tried to offer advice.
Well, one day after a week or two of knowing the koala- he came into the pub and directly just said it...
"They need cowriters- who wants to do it" the koala said panicky.
"Nah, I am busy with other work" a horse noded no.
"I don't know, to be honest I don't actually co-write for other people. this seems out of my realm" The black cat nods.
"Black cat, Listen. You don't need to be good at co-writing. They need someone like you, someone who cares. They need someone who actually can help them, even if you feel like you can't add much. They need you." The koala was direct.
"Black cat, we both know that whole thing sounds like a dumpster fire...do you really want to go invovled?" The horse rebuttal.
"I.....Uh..... Eh.... Fine I will help I guess." Responded the black cat.
And the koala immediately made her in direct contact with this group. And the white cat was there.
"She's cool!" the white cat said.
"Why would that guy say that he doesn't even know me....Who even is that guy?" She asked the koala.
"Oh, the white cat... he is impulsive don't think too much about him." The koala brushed it off.
"Oh, I see...hmm" She noded.
The black cat didn't really know what to expect. She only heard things about the people and she was trying to understand in her head everything going on. She was reluctant to actually work with this group. It was like, she was fated to be part of something she didn't really want to be apart of. She tried very hard to be as nice as possible to the group but she was also just standing there....Aware of what was happening.
She knew their future immediately but she held back. She didn't want to say too much, it wasn't meant for her to speak anyways. So she tried to give tangible advice- something to soften what she actually knew. And the universe more than likely wanted her to do that anyways- to lead without giving too much. But even with that, she still was overworked and burdened by it all. She helped spray the hose. She helped rebuild the structure only slightly.
And she just stayed there... for no particular reason really? I mean she is the type to leave once something is finished, after all.
(for the next entry in the series, check out this story next!)