1 Hatred

"Lucian, please don't leave me." I beg to my dog while he is having a seizure.

I started sobbing and hugged him.

"Don't leave me like this, please. I need you! I have no one here in this house to comfort me." I patted his head slowly to calm him down.

My dad suddenly came and said, "Get in. he is hopeless. Leave him and go take a bath. You still have online class." He said coldly.

"No!! I'm not leaving him. He needs me. I need him!" I shouted.

"He is just a dog!"

I stared at him in shock.

"Now, get in and take a bath!" I looked at my dog one last time and embrace him.

"I'm sorry, Lucian. I couldn't help you." I stood up and walked backwards.

My dog slowly moved his head towards me and looked.

Sadness.

Sadness is what I saw in his eyes.

I ran inside our house to the bathroom and cried.

I keep saying sorry and sorry and sorry. But I cannot do anything. I'm useless. I'm the worst dog owner. I'm a piece of shit.

After a few minutes of crying, I took a bath and prepare for my class. I was zoning out while my teacher is discussing.

Break time, I walked outside wishing that he's still there, running towards me and wagging his tail playfully. But I saw nothing. No sign of him.

So, I thought he might be at the backyard.

As soon as I get there, I saw him lying at the ground. Lifeless. I thought my tears ran out but no.

"I'm sorry, Lucian." I sobbed and fell on my knees.

"What have I done? Its all my fault." I punched the air to ease the pain, but it didn't help.

I felt someone is coming so I immediately wiped my tears and stood up.

"Everything will be okay, darling. Don't cry." I heard my mom's voice.

I looked at her coldly.

Its all your fault.

"I wasn't crying though." I walked past her and headed to my room.

I cried and cried.

Will Lucian forgive me? I thought.

As soon as I calm down, I chatted my teacher that I will be taking a half day because of a personal reason. I'm glad my teacher understood it.

Its nighttime and I'm still in my room crying on my bed.

I wish I can turn back time.

I wish I'm a genius so that I can create a time machine. But I'm not.

It sucks.

I still keep saying sorry nonstop.

I hate this feeling.

I lost my pet and a best friend.

What a life. I hate this life.

My stomach crumbled. "Hungry." I mumbled. I'm tired to stand up and eat.

I just closed my eyes and I slept. I hope tomorrow will be different.