And so, I closed my eyes, wishing away everything.

The little girl held the snow white fluff ball in her hands.

"Momma, can we keep it?"

The woman looked down at her child and then at the cat. The little blond girl's eyes had lightened up with hope to keep that little friend she cradled in her hands. She felt relieve wash up to her in waves. She had been dead since the day that happened.

"Oh okay sweetie pie. But why a stray cat? Don't you want one from the pet store?"

She reached out to touch the still creature and leapt back with a shriek. The little girl smiled.

"Oh, that's because it's just like me and Mason."

She released a tender hand from it's limp form and stroked its soft head. The mother watched, disgusted and horrified. Who was this kid?

"It's dead."

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Feeling kinda stressed out. Not really stressed out... more like messed up. It's all in a jumble. It's everywhere. Don't as me what. I still can't place a finger on it, too. But I really hope that I can crack this mystery soon. It's gonna be filed under the number #1000 in a file named "Story of my Life: The roller coaster ride".