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SPARKY

“Sparky, can’t you recognize me? It’s me, Eustace, the farmer who took care of you and Gruff. I-.” I cut him off with a loud rant of barks. He has no right to say that he took care of us! He gave my own brother to that… that…Monster! He left me behind to suffer, knowing that he was going to a bad home and I couldn’t do anything about it! He has no right!!!” I cautiously walked in front of Alyssa to shield her from this man; for fear that he would take her too. I made my fur stand on its end, I arched my back, I brandished my teeth, I growled, and my eyes filled with tears. “Sparky, what has gotten into you since I last saw you! You are a completely different dog now! What would your brother think?!”

I suddenly stopped, frozen in the infinite second that he uttered those five words. My Brother? MY BROTHER!? I would never know, because he is probably dead now thanks to him! You don’t deserve to know what he would think; you don’t deserve to know what I think! Insanity had grasped my mind once more. This was different though. Last time I felt like this was when I felt the farm, but that was anguish. This was… this was something different. A deeply suited rage bubbled up to the surface. I felt the urge to lash out, to attack, to bight…To kill. My fur lowered, my eyes shrunk to the width of a pin. I panted heavily, my mind blank with the exception of one thought, kill the farmer…

I took two small steps forward, head facing the floor. “Sparky…?” the farmer said concerned and afraid. My head slowly rose to look into his usually dull and stupid eyes that had dawned a look of pure and unsettling fear of me. Good, be afraid of m, that is what I want…To see you afraid…To see you horrified… to see how you react to death… To see you DIE!!! I lunged forward barking and snarling. I sounded like an unstoppable creature with a blood lust that was impossible to fill, and indeed I think I was.

The farmer fell to the floor in surprise. He tried backing up, but he was too slow, I was almost on top of him. In the far off distance that was reality, I could hear a voice saying, “No Sparky! NO Stop it!” My teeth made contact with his arm that he had tried to use to shield himself with. I tugged at is, feeling the warm trickle of blood coming from eighteen holes from my teeth. He let out a loud scream as he tried to struggle. Loud crack sounds emanated from his shoulder, and he screamed louder. I felt collisions with my side… I think the Arthur was kicking me, attempting to get me off. This failed. I did however loose grip from this I temporarily let go, but attempted to get a grip on him again, only to have my teeth latch onto a much meatier object. It was Merriam. She had thrown her arm out to stop me. This time I felt more blood that usual. At first I though it was only because she was larger, but then it came to me… I hit her veins…

At the present time, I wait to be “Put to sleep.” I currently reside in a cage with other dogs. To this day I still hate the farmer a little bit, but I will likely never forgive myself for what I did to poor Merriam. She was innocent, and I killed her. In my blind rage, I made her bleed to death. I still remember the look of horror upon her face, horror and surprise. Merriam, if you can hear me, I can never redeem myself for what I did to you or Gruff, but I can not stop saying, “I am sorry.”

As much as I wish for it, I am not dead yet, and there is still more story to tell… until next time.