You won't get through life if you don't.
Prologue
Snapping feroicously, I glared at Rebecca's mother. She tried to sit down beside Rebecca, but my stress kept up bottling up and exploding. Then it happened. I bit her on the hand and I could see the blood gush. Rebecca, my owner, screamed and ran out of the room with my mom, shutting the door angrily. I felt guilty now. It was like fire was demolishing me and all Rebecca or her mother could do was just watch. I whimpered, running around the room nervously. My anxiety and stress started to come back. Would Rebecca come back? Would I die? Would I get anymore yummy tortilla chips as a snack? I pounded the door, whining worriedly. Finally the door shoved open and I stared at Rebecca's mother having pink guaze all over her hand. The pink was because of the blood, but it didn't get deeper into the color; it stopped bleeding. Rebecca glared at me with a angry stare. I could tell she loved me still but it was my fault that I was going to be killed or going to be dropped off or get rid of. She picked me up and carried me into the car and I could hear Rebecca's mother's yelling and demanding. Rebecca shoved me into the car and put me in the cage as she drove and drove. Basically, Rebecca gave me one more cuddle before she dropped me off at the Local Humane Society Shelter.
