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There were six of us.
That didn’t last long.
It felt horrible, seeing the orange mangled in that way.
Me and Violet found you first.
I got her in the will. With fluffy fur lighting the dark, I loved this cat.
I kept this form, but I couldn’t understand, we all could not.
We built a place to stay safe, as we tried to understand.
At first, it was not much, but we kept on and on and on and on.
Places to run, to spill through quickly, to hide, to live, but our memories hurt us.
There was orange staining our world, but after a time we accepted it.
To lift weightlessly, to hold others close, to break barriers.
To hold onto what we had left, to move quickly from one point to the other, to stop time, to cover our eyes.
There were four of us.
That did not last long.
“It’s better here,” Violet cried, “there’s no death, no pain, don’t you all understand?”
We did not understand, not yet.
And Violet started screaming.
“I don’t want to be fixed, you all don’t understand, you didn’t see him! You did not see him…”
We backed away, and Violet didn’t meet our eyes.
“I hate you. You just want me to return to see someone else die.”
We never talked to Violet again.
I didn’t understand.
But they did, they saw Violet as scary, and they worked to fix themselves.
And they left me behind, rather than staying to help me.
I hate them. They never thought to fix me.
Maybe I cannot be fixed…
This place is so much better than out there, anyway.
I just want to do this over and over and over.
There was only me.