Hello My Precious and hopefully Devoted readers!
Okay so me and my friend were messing around on AIM. We were talking about stories and how we write them, our style, how we never finish them, etc. And so we started talking about oneshots and how we never really wrote them. So I decided to. It's super short and has an interesting end. I felt like ending it on a sad note while keeping it interesting. Please let me know what you think of it!!
She sobbed loudly as she leaned against the light pole. Lisa had been looking for Chico. She had at least been searching for days. A soft light filled her face when she remembered how she’d found him. He was a plump dog, sitting on her doorstep with a rich green bow tied to her doorstep. She hadn’t a clue as to where he came from but the dog was tied to her door so she figured it was someone she knew. He had the cutest smile, Chico did. The way only a dog can smile. Broad and always happy with a glittering joy in their eyes. She sighed at the memory. This had been months ago and they had spent those months together, happily. He kept her company in the darkness of the storm and she gave him the loving home he had always deserved.
Now he was gone.
He had disappeared without a trace. All left of him had been a cryptic note. Great. She thought to herself. Out of all the nut cases in the world and a dog-napper had to come after me right? Of course. Of all the incredibly annoying and made up things, she had to get the stupidest one. Someone had stolen her dog from underneath her nose. And she knew exactly why to. She was the richest person in the entire freaking state. No one knew who was close to her, except for the dog she walked constantly and that always stayed by her side when every possible lover walked out on her. Because she was richer than they were. Because she had more power. More beauty. More confidence. It didn’t matter why they walked out on her. They always did. And each time Chico was the one to fill the void. She had once thought she had figured out who had given her the dog. She had an employee who happened to glance especially long when she walked by. Who actually cared about her when she had gotten a tumor removed. The only person who had seemed to give a crap. And yet every time she got closer to him, he would walk away and leave her heartbroken. But not far enough so that she could forget about him. And it happened constantly on end. Over and over. And she kept falling.
He’d never admit to giving her the dog, but she knew it deep down. And the thought made her smile until she thought about how Chico was gone. She didn’t realize she had been trudging through the streets. Her eyes bloodshot and weary. The usually brilliantly blue glow had disappeared from her now dull, grey eyes. Black lines streaked down her pale face, leaving forever lines that everyone noticed. She could hear their voices in her head constantly. “Poor girl.” “Wonder why that is.” “All alone.” No one figured that she was broken over a dog. A dog and so much more.
She stopped in her tracks, a mass huddled in the street. It didn’t matter what it was because she saw it’s body shaking violently, blood streaming into the sewer drainage areas of the street. The animal had dark, crimson blood. She rushed over and saw the matted fur and a new stream of tears flooded her cheeks.
“Oh, dear.” she sobbed out in chokes of noise. People who walked along the slightly busy street ignored the beautiful crying woman in the street and the near dead animal besides her. They had their lives to get back to.
The animal was so beaten and broken she couldn’t tell what it was. Couldn’t tell gender. Couldn’t tell how many legs. Couldn’t tell what animal it was. And it killed her. She lifted the creature into her arms, blood spilling onto her pale blouse. One of dozens that she’d gotten into the habit of wearing to try and set of the pale pallor of her skin. She didn’t care about the scent wafting from the limp doll in her arms, the smell and sticky liquid sticking to her arms. As she walked over to the sidewalk, she sat with the small creature resting in her arms. Lisa could feel its feeble breaths fluttering the sleeve of her shirt as she dialed.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Lise. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Could you come get me? I need you to drop me off at the animal clinic.”
“Uh, sure Lise. Anything. Where are you?”
“Corner of Oakley West and Fairview Boulevard.”
“I’ll be there in 3 minutes tops.”
“Thanks.” she whispered into the phone. Lisa gave a soft sigh at the vulnerable animal lying in her arms. She hugged it and it whimpered softly in an odd mixture of pain and affection. She noticed a red band around its neck realizing that it was too red to be blood. Examining it closer she saw the rungs of fabric as she plucked of bits of fur. A dog. She came to her final conclusion and that’s when the cool metal dog tag hit her like a 14-wheeler truck.
Now he was gone.
He had disappeared without a trace. All left of him had been a cryptic note. Great. She thought to herself. Out of all the nut cases in the world and a dog-napper had to come after me right? Of course. Of all the incredibly annoying and made up things, she had to get the stupidest one. Someone had stolen her dog from underneath her nose. And she knew exactly why to. She was the richest person in the entire freaking state. No one knew who was close to her, except for the dog she walked constantly and that always stayed by her side when every possible lover walked out on her. Because she was richer than they were. Because she had more power. More beauty. More confidence. It didn’t matter why they walked out on her. They always did. And each time Chico was the one to fill the void. She had once thought she had figured out who had given her the dog. She had an employee who happened to glance especially long when she walked by. Who actually cared about her when she had gotten a tumor removed. The only person who had seemed to give a crap. And yet every time she got closer to him, he would walk away and leave her heartbroken. But not far enough so that she could forget about him. And it happened constantly on end. Over and over. And she kept falling.
He’d never admit to giving her the dog, but she knew it deep down. And the thought made her smile until she thought about how Chico was gone. She didn’t realize she had been trudging through the streets. Her eyes bloodshot and weary. The usually brilliantly blue glow had disappeared from her now dull, grey eyes. Black lines streaked down her pale face, leaving forever lines that everyone noticed. She could hear their voices in her head constantly. “Poor girl.” “Wonder why that is.” “All alone.” No one figured that she was broken over a dog. A dog and so much more.
She stopped in her tracks, a mass huddled in the street. It didn’t matter what it was because she saw it’s body shaking violently, blood streaming into the sewer drainage areas of the street. The animal had dark, crimson blood. She rushed over and saw the matted fur and a new stream of tears flooded her cheeks.
“Oh, dear.” she sobbed out in chokes of noise. People who walked along the slightly busy street ignored the beautiful crying woman in the street and the near dead animal besides her. They had their lives to get back to.
The animal was so beaten and broken she couldn’t tell what it was. Couldn’t tell gender. Couldn’t tell how many legs. Couldn’t tell what animal it was. And it killed her. She lifted the creature into her arms, blood spilling onto her pale blouse. One of dozens that she’d gotten into the habit of wearing to try and set of the pale pallor of her skin. She didn’t care about the scent wafting from the limp doll in her arms, the smell and sticky liquid sticking to her arms. As she walked over to the sidewalk, she sat with the small creature resting in her arms. Lisa could feel its feeble breaths fluttering the sleeve of her shirt as she dialed.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Lise. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Could you come get me? I need you to drop me off at the animal clinic.”
“Uh, sure Lise. Anything. Where are you?”
“Corner of Oakley West and Fairview Boulevard.”
“I’ll be there in 3 minutes tops.”
“Thanks.” she whispered into the phone. Lisa gave a soft sigh at the vulnerable animal lying in her arms. She hugged it and it whimpered softly in an odd mixture of pain and affection. She noticed a red band around its neck realizing that it was too red to be blood. Examining it closer she saw the rungs of fabric as she plucked of bits of fur. A dog. She came to her final conclusion and that’s when the cool metal dog tag hit her like a 14-wheeler truck.
