Alleys

Others Stories | Sep 19, 2013 | 8 min read
8 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
For years now I've been out here all alone, wandering the dirty streets and dimly lit alleys that most of the population fears to tread. I've always found comfort in these dark crevices that help to mask me from the general population. The alleys are my home and the shadows help protect me from them, the ignorant, self-absorbed, finger pointing hypocrites. I feel a sense of empowerment when the sun starts falling as I can sit out of sight and watch these so called model citizens take a fearful look down this blackened part of earth I call home then continue along their brightly lit sidewalk. For that split second they get to feel how I feel in the light of day. I haven't always been this way, in fact when my parents first abandoned me on these streets I yearned for people's attention and was just as weary as they are about these dark, garbage infested alleys. I used to walk past and glance with a feeling of uncertainty fearing my demise if I ventured into the empty unknown. It took merely two months of feeling alone in this huge city before I gained the courage to explore these not forgotten but avoided portions of land. From the moment I set foot in this alley I had an overwhelming feeling of comfort knowing that I could not be seen. I knew it was where I belonged away from their cold stares and ridicules. I used to love people and their attention back when I still had a family but that feels so far gone now that it's almost hard to recall those feelings of joy. I wish I knew why my parents abandoned me out here all I ever wanted was their love. Every day when my dad returned home from work I would meet him at the door eager for his praise but I was either ignored or told to go outside. It seemed the harder I tried for their attention the more they pushed me away. Things only got worse as time went on. My father would come home from work, pissed off about his life and the poor decisions he had made, and take out his frustrations out on me. I understood he had a tough job and could barely make ends meet but was it necessary to kick off his steel toed boots at me then grab me by the neck to scream in my face as I trembled? I still loved him even though I was treated this way so much so that I would lie in his bed while he was at work just so I could smell his scent and feel close to him. I felt at home laying where he laid it was so comforting that I would just pass out most days only to awake when I heard his keys opening the door, rushing down the stairs to greet him only to receive a beating in return. I still remember my last day with him just like it was yesterday even though it's been close to four years since I'd seen him. I never heard his keys in the door that day. I never heard the door open. I didn't even hear him climbing the stairs. I did however hear his bedroom door crash into the wall behind it and awoke to see his silhouette taking up nearly the entire doorway. I could hear him breathing heavily the way he always did when he was furious. "YOU LITTLE SHIT! THAT'S MY FUCKING BED GET OUT!" he screamed at me. Before I had a chance to react he was already on top of me with his hand around my throat, pinning me down. With his face inches from mine, teeth clenched, he threatened "You think I bust my ass of all day so you can get your dirt and hair all over my bed you piece of shit?" He flung me across the room then kicked me in the ribs. I cowered in the corner afraid of what he might do next. He just grabbed a towel and headed to the washroom to take a shower. When he was finished his shower he seemed oddly nice, apologizing for what he had previously done. My mother came home shortly after and they began arguing as usual. I had heard my name come up a few times but what stood out were the words "we'll just get rid of him". "We'll just get rid of him?" I thought to myself. What the hell is that supposed to mean. Soon after my parents came out of their room with fake smiles on their hardened faces and said "come on Dex, we're going out for a bit". Thankful for the opportunity to see the outside world I hustled out, we all hopped in the car and started driving. When the car stopped I looked out the window and saw large buildings and hardly any trees or grass. My dad told me "we're in the city bud, let's go check a few things out". I was extremely excited, this place was completely new for me. My dad opened my door so I could get out of the car then proceeded to get right back in his door. When the car started pulling away I lost it, my feelings of excitement turned into sheer terror as I knew I was being abandoned. I chased the car for as long as I could but as they sped off I eventually lost sight of them. Defeated, terrified and lost I sat on the cold sidewalk in the rain staring in the direction they had gone hoping they were coming back. They never did. Eventually I accepted my fate, determined to survive I ate any scraps of food I could find. I saw people during the day. They all looked happy but when I got close that happiness was soon traded in for hatred as they yelled at me to get away. Some people even tossed objects at me. Kids would always smile at me. That made me feel good even if it was only for a split second before their mothers would tell them to stay away from me stating "he looks diseased and dirty". I would think to myself "you would look diseased and dirty if you had to live out here too lady". One child called me over one day but when I got close his mother shrieked and threw her scolding hot coffee in my face then pointed her finger at me. "YOU GET!" she bellowed "YOU STAY AWAY FROM US YOU DIRTY BEAST!". I guess people assumed that just because I didn't have access to a bath that I didn't have access to feelings either. It hurts to never be loved or even liked for that matter. After endless days of the ridicule I began to loathe society and their opinionated nonsense. That was when I decided the alleys would be my home. I could see anyone that walked past but they couldn't see me staring at them with pure hatred in my heart. As I relax in my usual spot tonight something is different. Three people not only stopped to glace but have actually started walking down my alley. "My alley" I thought to myself. "What are they doing in my alley?" They kept coming so I decided to try and hide myself a little more by tucking back underneath a cardboard box, broken down and leaning against a brick wall. It looked like three young men. I could hear them talking and laughing. As they got closer I could tell by their clumsy demeanor that they were drunk. They were about ten feet from me when the closest and largest of the three made eye contact with me. As I hid hoping that they would just leave me alone I felt a gust of wind as the man snatched the piece of cardboard from atop of me. "Haha! Look as this piece of shit" the largest man slurred to his buddies. "It looks like he just climbed out of the sewer. Hey what do you say I make him smell like it too?" The largest man's friends laughed hysterically at his ignorant suggestion. I growled at him and showed him my teeth maniacally. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as the large drunkard took a step towards me and unzipped his pants. I could feel myself boiling inside with rage and the instant I felt his piss hit me I lost it. Lunging at him from the ground I sunk my teeth into his macaroni sized penis and snatched it from him in one quick bite. When I spit it on the ground I looked up to see his face turn completely white with blood spewing out of his zipper. The blood only fueled my insanity, I loved seeing his life force draining from him. I lunged at him again this time knocking him down and biting his face. It was so empowering feeling the skin on his face give way under my teeth. When I pulled back a large portion of his cheek came with me. I could see the shredded skin on his face flopping around, as he screamed in horror, leaking blood all over his now exposed teeth. I bit over and over as the other two men ran for their lives. It was bloodlust for me. "Is this joy?" I thought to myself. Exhausted and content I laid back down in my original spot then passed out. I awoke startled by something around my neck. My eyes were still adjusting to the light but I could make out two men both holding poles that were attached to my throat. I tried to shake free in a panic and somehow managed to. That was when I noticed it…. His scent. My father the miserable, abusive, dog catching father was here to take me away but not if I could help it. I ran straight for him jumping to grasp his throat in my jaws. He toppled over screaming for help from his partner. I bit harder into his throat and no longer heard his cries but could feel him flailing beneath me. His partner grabbed one of the poles wrapped around my neck and tried to pull me of. It only made me bite harder. I could feel his esophagus collapse under the pressure of my teeth and completely let go as I shook my head tearing it out. I bit his throat again while his partner hit me repeatedly. I could hear my father gaging on his own blood as he gasped for air. It was running down his open throat and bubbling out with each final breath. With his partner still beating on me I watched in awe at what I had accomplished. "This is Joy" I thought to myself, then everything went black.

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Velma golden Sep 20, 2013

I had a feeling this story was about a dog, sad that this happens in real life not only to dogs but to other pets too. maybe if enough peoplep read this it may or may not make them think, all they want is love and a warm place,food,water. In return they w

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