No Dead Kitty can say Hello...

I saw it as I walked down the hall; The carpet, once blood red and green and gold, was now brown, worn out, just like me. When it hit me, there was no time to break down to tears, not even remorse, not a hint of my despair. I swallowed anger mixed with saliva, and as I felt it slide through my throat, trembling, I walked down an empty room. There, all the china, and the lamps, and the courtains, everything was ragged and shattered, as if at the middle of a fancy dinner death caught every guest by surprise and they all raged out the kitchen door.

A sting on my bare foot. Well it was not totally bare, since it was already hurt I tied a strip from my skirt to it, which now had started to grow a red stain. A shard of glass, a big one, stuck right in the middle of my foot. I realized without proper care, I wasn't going to be able to carry on. At the very least I need a shoe.