Oh god.

In the hallway of my front door is a red-headed man, otherwise known as my cat Olliver, but that was before my cat started acting strange and turning into people.

Oh well.

That smug smirk on his face and his casual pose makes it look as though he didn't just turn into a man, or a nineteen year old man at that.

With his brilliant blue eyes gloating down at me, it also made him look normal.

Not like he was, normal people don't spontaneously change from cats.

Or so I thought.

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“Сесилия, моя конфета Сесилия”

Shooting up instantly at the sound of-

“-BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP”.

The alarm I had set the previous night, on a Friday night, why? Well for one I need to wake up,

and also I had to work full-time on the weekends ever since that damned mother of mine left with my little brother James, though the title mother does not suit her at all, and what did I do when she left? Nothing. I did not mourn her absence, but what I do miss is my brother.

She took him. She took her shit and left.

What a great mother right? No. Katherine left on my birthday, which was only about three months ago, because I wouldn't give her money to go get her damn botox done or whatever fake crap she was adding.

My mother is a prostitute, an unstable one at that, but she had always been one all her life. My father was one of her customers when she was 23 or so, and then they 'supposedly' fell in love and married. Bull shit. Katherine had me 6 months later, then why did she not stop?

I don't know.

My father was always the kind, strict, and caring one, but he was a workaholic. I suppose he just stayed late because thats when Katherine was out on the streets finding more guys to get money from. I am ashamed of everything, no doubt, but I was furious when they had to drag another child into the gauntlet

I grew up alone, no father there, and the mother that was there ignored us. I grew used to it and did not expect anything to change, that was up until my father died of overdose on sleeping pills, his will and suicide note was the only thing beside him. Then another surprise, everything he had was left to in my name.

Not Katherine. Not James.

Me.

You can't imagine how pissed my mother was, she was mentally unstable and my father knew she would not have used any of the money on us. So there I was, the eldest of the two Porter children, who got all that money he had been saving up all his life.

The amount of money was ridiculous, I can't remember how much exactly it was, but boy was it a lot. I couldn't get access to it until my eighteenth birthday, that was three months ago. Now all of the money was mine and my mother had a fit about it being the immature hooker she was, I of course denied her attempts to beg me to give her all the money and so she left me with my brother.

I sold the house and now I am living alone in a apartment close to my school, its actually very convenient because I can just walk instead wasting gas on driving to school.

--

Wiping off my forehead, I pushed the sheets off of me and slid to the edge of the bed. Taking a quick glance at the time and I was off to go take a hot shower. Of course I had to trip over the chair to my desk and fall flat on my face. What a great way to start the day.

I had a habit of stepping on things in the dark, so usually I was extra careful, but seeing as it was 5:30 in the morning I wasn't exactly wide awake. I felt something round, long, and soft under my left foot, and then I realized it was my-

“MMMMMMEEEEEEEE- OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW”

-cat's, Olliver, tail. Damn, was he pissy in the mornings, but it was his fault though, he had to sleep on the floor didn't he? Snorting loudly to myself, I snuck a look at Olliver's face. It was just too much, I broke out in fits of laughter at his expression. Olliver looked as if his tail was being sawed off, but being a cat with too much pride, he stalked off and hissed at me.

Too bad.

Ignoring him, I found myself blindly searching for the light switch in my bathroom. I shut my eyes as the light flickered on and were bright as ever, groaning, I rubbed my eyes while trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.

I grabbed a green towel out of my small closet and turned on the shower, and turned my music on very loudly to wake up the neighbor's.

I wonder why they don't like me.

--

I found myself talking to a petite brunette named Regan at the office I worked at.

“Cecilia, did you hear about that snowstorm in Maine like yesterday or something?” she squealed in her high pitched voice.

What is so exciting about a snowstorm? Oh right, it's like summer already.

Not interested in the least bit, I turned off my music and shot her a look that clearly said 'I don't give a damn' but still replied to her politely.

“Oh? It's almost summer though, but I guess it's possible”

Another sequel.

“I know! It is kinda strange though.. I almost wish I live in Maine, it sounds exciting!”

Regan added thoughtfully, she was certainly the one to make small talk. I decided to ignore her and continue on with my work.

To be honest, I don't really need the money, I just like to use this for clothes or gas...but I guess I just like the idea of working.

--

I guess you don't realize how depressing being by yourself all the time until you actually live it, I always had thought that maybe I would be better off alone. The worst part in particular that I dislike is that if you hear someone it has got to be an intruder, which usually scares the crap out of me when I hear noises. Not as much now than it had been back in the beginning, I think you just start to lose yourself when its silent.

At least I have a cat.

Besides the emptiness of my apartment, it's very nice with the high ceilings and the way the light comes in when the sun is setting, relaxing almost. I like to sit on the black couch closest to the windows with Olliver in my lap and watch the sun go down over the horizon, that small red cat seems to like it just as much as I do.. sometimes it feels like he likes it even more then me.

Creepy.

Anyways, Olliver would have been still in that trash can if it had not been for me, so he should be grateful to me but no the cat still looked like he was glaring at me with those orange eyes. Yes, Olliver was already peculiar with his golden fur but his eyes topped it off, they were a bright orange color that he studied me with like he was trying to tell me something. Olliver is not the brightest cat, unlike his eyes, he usually stumbles around or falls in heap when he tries to jump across from the table to the counter. Sometimes he disappears for a long time and I can't find him for days but he always comes back, usually I find him next to me in the mornings sleeping.

Damn lazy cat.

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Generally speaking, all dark, empty parking lots were creepy, especially when your car was the only was left and you were having trouble finding your keys. I also had the feeling that someone was staring a hole right through my head without me knowing it, leaving me uneasy and wanting to go back into the building.

No, I didn't take those women self-defense classes for nothing.

I stopped at my door and fumbled with my keys looking for the car keys( I have a habit of collecting old and unused keys), opening the car door quickly, I practically body slammed myself into the drivers seat and sped off into the dead of the night.

Did I tell you how much I hated empty parking lots?

Speeding up to get home faster, I switched the music station to a good song and turned the volume up so much I couldn't hear the roar of the engine anymore. I looked out at the building lights as I pulled onto my street, still going fast, I slammed my foot on the breaks as a man ran across the street headed towards my apartments.

“FUCK”

That was all I screamed as my head almost collided with the steering wheel, letting out a frustrated groan, I looked at the man. He was looking at me with wide eyes, all I saw in the middle of the night was his dark red hair and blue eyes.

Wait.

No, gray feathery things were jabbing out of his upper back.

“the hell?”

Maybe my eyes were pulling illusions on me or were those gray things wings?

I didn't get the chance to look again because the guy had entered my building.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES ;

Corey hereee, first chapter of new story is out :D But, this isn't really the greatest I have ever written.. I was never good at beginning a story.

I have not really described Cecilia in this chapter, but hopefully in the next you will be able to picture her well enough.

Should I continue?