-not a true story-
I look below my feet seeing the dirt squishing between my toes. I'm in my front yard playing with my friends since it wasn't raining out here anymore. The grass left bright patches under the Grey sky and on deep dark dirt. I looked at the side where the wood fence. My skin was slightly darker than the wood. At a point I notice a small white dog whining and shrieking as a whistling whack strikes its body repeatedly. I watched in horror, thirty seconds passed and my eyes in sadness and my throat hurting. I felt so sorry for the little dog, it began to bleed. Its beautiful white fur now stained in deadly red, its owner's face crunched up in like a paper full of angry expressions. My friend comes up from behind and his eyes appear wide, "the neighbor is drunk, that pup has no luck!". My fists curl up in anger and my eyes shift around in search of ideas in a flash i had a good idea. I stepped away from the fence and got out the pink plastic chair and put it next to the fence i went back but stopped for a second. I looked around and saw the neighbors from many directions stare at the drunk man, yet no one had the guts to stop him! why would people allow such cruelness. It angered me more and boiled in me. I ran to the soggiest area of the yard and took out my blue pale and slapped in a whole bunch of mud. I ran back to the plastic chair with my bucket all full and mucky. My hands raised over the fence as a stream of mud clumped over the man's eyes. The man stumble around blinded with mud, I ran off and took the dog. I was glad It didnt break any bones. The man yelled furiously "ahhh cabron". I went to the kitchen and cleaned the dog it was shaking once the cold towel brushed over its fur. I was glad the puppy wasn't shrieking anymore. It only whimpered a bit. It was a relieve to see its white appear, the red flowed into the towel as if it where erasing sins and impurities.
My mom finally comes in all too mad, appearantly this is the gloomiest day. She was crying since she had lost her job. Her tears streamed down her curly hair covered her face as she yelled saying God's name and blaming him for this life.
She finally noticed i was there. "hey whats that dog doing in here?" she said in a suffering tone as her bony fingers pointed at the dog. She stood up and took the dog away from my arms. "mom?" i looked at her in bewilderment. 'We havent eaten in days, good job son, you brought us some food" she grab a knife. "What!" i frowned in despair "no mom don't ... hes not food hes more of a friend". "No hes our food now, anyways ... we wouldnt be able to feed him" her hand raised as the machete shined in her reflection "I shall also end his pain". "no mama!" I raced to her and bumped the side of her hip with my head, my hands clutched to her shirt as I cried in petty of the dog's miserable life, i tried to help the poor fellow but he was meant to die. It wasn't fair that my efforts where useless to change its destiny, it hurt me.
Ever since that day twenty years later i'm a Veterinarian and a childrens Doctor. I was the best student in class and graduated with high degrees. It was my motivation to help those that are in pain to get better. I don't accept life escaping my grasp and care. At the hospital I'm the head Doctor and very innovative. I did not let poverty,family history, childhood troubles, or distractions stop me from pursuing the chance to make someone or somethings life better.
 Plejaren · Thu Apr 23, 2009 @ 11:11pm · 0 Comments |
