1 "Am I going to die over a cat?"

A tragic accident befell the young Nessa on a snowy night. A drunk truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel, unable to recover control of the truck when it slipped on icy roads and bulldozed into her parent's car.

Her entire world had been shattered, her peaceful life as she knew it had been forever altered.

She crawled out of the flipped car to aid her parents, collecting scratches on her bruised skin from the broken glass. She approached her mom first to check on her condition, as she had managed to crawl out of the car and was the closest to her.

"Nessa, we are so sorry, grow up to be strong and… never rely on anyone… Mom and dad loves you." Her mother suppressed the urge to cough the blood in her throat out as she lay on the snowy road.

Her blood melted the snow around the child's hands and pooled around them, giving Nessa the last bit of warmth a mother could before passing away. Numerous shouts from the coordinating doctors and officers were overpowered by the wail of a single child that night.

Nothing more could be done for it was too late for anything to be done. Nessa's only family members had left before her very eyes.

The officers that took charge of the accident tried their best to find any family member that could care for her. The fruitless search ended with them reluctantly handing her off to an orphanage.

Years passed in the orphanage, and Nessa never let anyone adopt her because she did not want any other parent besides her own.

She went to school and lived a peaceful life with the other orphans, and when she turned eighteen, the girl began working and moved into a small, nice apartment where she lived comfortably and continued school.

Growing up, Nessa locked herself off from the world, she had no friends and wanted none so she became the ultimate loner who spent her time on games to escape reality.

Nessa had no idea that fate had something else in store for her—a brand-new experience to replace the void in her life. It all started on Nessa's nineteenth birthday when the young woman was taking her exam to conclude another year of college.

'My life is boring as hell, if only I had made a few friends when I was younger. I am sick of living this life, it's like I'm living like a lonely old lady on the verge of dying.' Nessa reflected as she walked home.

When she arrived at her apartment, she sat down on the couch in the living room and sighed as she looked around the room. The absence of any other living creature reminding her of her loneliness.

"I'm hungry," she muttered as she parted her long black hair, removed her glasses, and entered the kitchen.

'Do I have anything to eat?' she inquired internally, opening the refrigerator to find it empty.

'I forgot to go shopping…' She thought as she untied her tie and went into her room to change out of her uniform before freshening up for work.

While taking a bath, the girl closed her eyes and let the water flow down her curvaceous body, remembering her parents' crash because she knew if her mother hadn't shoved her away from the front seat, she would have been crushed by the truck as well.

'I can't get this out of my head...' she thought as she clenched her fists, despising her home and her miserable life.

After she finished her bath, Nessa changed into long black pants, a shirt, a jacket, and boots.

'I have a lot of work to do…' She sighed as she grabbed her phone, stuffed it into the pocket of her jacket, put on her glasses, and headed to work at the bakery, as it was her only way to support herself and pay rent.

Nessa was a beautiful and intelligent nerd with very few desires in life, but she was not lazy; she worked hard even though she despised her life in the hopes of one day creating a life for herself that she would enjoy.

While walking to work, she embraced the cool, fresh, minty air, which put her at ease.

"My cat!" A child's scream caught her attention, she swiveled her head in the direction of the cry and saw a little boy who was prepared to cross a busy street in order to rescue a terrified cat, which was stuck in the middle of the road.

'Is that kid insane?!' she wondered as she rushed up to him and grabbed him by the collar.

"What exactly do you think you are doing? Are you an idiot?!" Nessa scolded the child who almost threw away his life.

"I am not an idiot! That is my kitty! His feet are injured, I just turned away for a minute..." he started bawling due to the tense atmosphere, causing Nessa to sigh.

"I understand you want to save it, but you are being reckless… You need to think carefully before doing certain things." she replied, sighing once more as she looked at his pitiful face.

"Are you willing to die for your cat?" She asked, and his eyes trembled as he stared at her. Nessa then released the kid now that she was certain he wouldn't run off into the traffic.

"No, I love him! I don't want to die… but I do want to save him! Please help me, miss." he earnestly requested; a rare smile then appeared on Nessa's face as she patted him on the head.

"Where are your parents?" she questioned.

"They are busy…" he replied, avoiding her gaze.

"Too busy to look after their child? They are some parents… I will get your precious cat, so stay put." She declared, waiting for the stop light to come on. She carefully crossed the road once it did and gently tossed the cat over to the little boy who caught it.

"Thank you!" he waved with one arm then walked away. Nessa gave a light smile of acknowledgment as she walked toward the sidewalk.

But at the moment her foot left the ground, the lights went back on. She was about to run when she saw a car speeding towards her and froze due to the sudden shock and trauma.

"Oh no, am I going to die over a cat?" Nessa unintentionally blurted, her eyes widening as she remembered her parents' death. A bright light abruptly flashed before her, knocking her unconscious and dragging the girl away so fast that even the driver didn't see her.

"Mom, the young lady who saved my cat was here." the child said as he returned with his mother, but Nessa was nowhere to be found.

"She's gone…" he solemnly stated, unable to thank her properly.

"You'll have another chance to thank her. Come on." His mother consoled him as she walked away. He frowned as he looked back at the girl's keyring on the floor.