(You’re a dog)

You’ve learnt to accept life isn’t fair.

You sit outside in the rain, chained to a post. With each tug you make, your collar cuts deeper into you neck. An empty food bowl lay beside you, having not been filled for a few days. Your once shiny and well managed fur is now tangled, having not been brush for a while.

You watched the rain hit the grass as you try to shelter yourself. You tried to keep yourself quite, fearing your owner would hear you and come out.

Your ears prick as you hear the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement. You lift your head, your eyes darting to a man in a skull mask.

He slows to a stop, watching you. He was quite for a moment, before cursing under his breath and jumping the fence, stepping into your yard. As he got closer, you could now see that the badge on his vest read “Ghost”.

Ghost walks over to you, adjusting your collar so it wasn’t choking you anymore.

Just as you could finally breathe properly, the front door slams open, your owner storming over. He’s a balding man with a beer belly, and by god did he look pissed.

“What the fuck are you doing on my property?!”