https://Voice.club - Waking up - “Yowlll,” ripped through me, clawing me awake like sharp talons drawn across steel.
A few weeks earlier - My head thumped like a terrible steel band. I shuddered and the smell of blood hit my nostrils as I was rudely ripped into awakening. A crunch of bones would ever penetrate my waking hours.
Early morning - Cat was awake and prowling. Mad at me for forbidding him a nocturnal existence. But I could not. Not after what had happened. Pets going missing. Vanishing without a trace. Horrific screams in the night as if a thousand pets were being slowly tortured.
Breakfast - Black coffee for me, the colour of Cat’s eye. From the freezer, I took a bloody mess of meat. Impatiently, Cat watched with greed. His tail flicked a tattoo against the freezer. Momentarily, I thought I could trap Cat…
Morning exercise - I went for my five mile jog. The only time when my mind was free.
Shower time - I locked the shower door and stuck a chair in front of it for double protection. I loathed when Cat watched me shower. I felt so vulnerable, and he seemed to look at me as though I was another savoury dish. Afterwards, I rubbed my skin nearly raw. A self-inflicted punishment. How much more could I endure?
Work - Although I hated the genre, I ironically was now a writer of horror stories. More ironically, I was living in a horror movie. Unfortunately, I was no hero!
Lunchtime - Lunchtime was a misconception, because I did not eat. I was hoping against hope to curtail Cat’s growth. Stupid me!
Dinner - Black coffee and the urge not to throw up as Cat voraciously ripped through another “meal.” His appetite was insatiable.
Bedtime - Repeatedly, I asked myself if I would live another day. My life was Armageddon- I was the good. Yet, the lines between good and evil were merging. Cat looked at me from his malicious cyclops eye set above triple rows of fangs. What was he? A carnivorous insectoid?