Don’t Judge a Story by the First Two Paragraphs
As if he cared. He asked me if I was ok. The damage he had already caused was too great. When it seemed that everything was going so well, this happened. We were the perfect pair. I loved his personality so much. He shoved me to the ground. And he had the nerve to ask me if I was ok. Gagging, nothing came out. He laughed at me in that cold little room. It was too much to handle. And here I was in this cold little room, begging for forgiveness.
I heard the door slam shut and I was alone. However, I was confused and couldn’t get up. He came back again. His mood darkened the already dark room. He walked right over to the window and shut it. Then, I couldn’t breathe right. He turned around to face me. He stammered as he told me that he loved me. He told me this was for my own good.
I hadn’t wanted to hurt that old man, but way he looked at my master was so threatening. I heard the sirens, miles away, before he did. Then, he caught on. He knew they were coming for me. He knew he had to hide me, but I didn’t know he was trying to help. Into the closet I went. I heard a strange voice outside the door say, “Sir, it has come our attention, that a neighbor of yours has been attacked by a dog. We think it might be yours. If so, I’m afraid this animal may have to be put down. Permanently.” I knew I had done wrong, but we were safe. For a little while.