I slam the old wooden door behind me. I turned to see my spoiled cat mittens staring up at me with his “give me food NOW” face. I sighed and stared cascading the random junk that had accumulated on me. Flinging things on the ground and sofa without a second thought and I started picking up a ridiculously heavy bag of cat food. When something came around my neck, the bag of cat food dropped with a thud on the ground. I reached for what was blocking my air but it was out of reach, instead, I was met with blood tracing down my throat. I pinched and clawed at it but to no avail. The more I struggled, the tighter it got. My body started going numb and my vision blurred more and more. I lose the ability to keep on fighting and in my last dying gasp I can hear his dark sinister laugh haunt my home.
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