The quiet rain was hitting the ground and the feline was in the Slayers' shed as always.But,now she wasn't that bossy,stubborn and loud cat as yesterday.Disturbedinterest looked out the hallway with a glassy eyed look.
Now was the time the slayer realised that she was almost the only one left of her family who wasn't insane.They all are drowning in madness,more and more of them are losing their minds.What if she is too? Lately,the shadows looked like cats,the wind blowing like screams and a simple glance of a fellow cat like a bloody stare.
Disturbedinterest didn't notice by now how empty she felt.It's that fimillar feeling she meeted alot of times.But,she thinked that now,finally it would let her alone.But it doesn't leave her side.The feline was depressed,but this was the worst of the worst feeling she ever had.It made her want to vomit.But,maybe this was just a dream.Just a bad dream.She just had to wake up...
But she didn't.The sick feeling was still there.The red blood dripped from her dark lilac paw,making a stain.This was it.
I shouldn't be doing this...
But I am.
Disturbedinterest wasn't thinking of dying.It was just to calm her down.A wave of pain returned.
She didn't see on one eye anymore and it was her fault,now.She was going insane,just as everybody else.
Insane.
The word echoed through her head,a smile creeping over her face as she curled up in her nest.Her kits wouldn't understand.Nobody understands her.


