This week has been the worst week of my life. I can say that for sure, as I can feel my life slowly slip away. It's funny what the brain reflects on during your last moments. Of all the things that happened, losing my job, girlfriend walking out on me, my friends kicking me out of our dnd game, I didn’t think it would all collide with me crashing my motorcycle into a tree on after swerving to avoid Oscar, my cat. What was he doing out in the middle of the woods anyway? I stared up into the night as the coldness started to take me a bright flash lit up the sky, and I saw the burst of fireworks. Right Chinese new year, I thought well looks like the new year won't have me in it morbidly. Right then, Oscar’s tabby face came into view and placed a paw onto my face; it came away red with blood, my blood. Oscar proceeded to lick his hand like he found a tasty treat. I had heard about crazy cat ladies dying and then been found half-eaten by their cats, but I thought it was just a simple fact of the cats starving and doing what they had to, to survive I didn’t know cats had a taste for human flesh. Nope hear I was lying in the cold, wet grass while my cat, which I saved as a kitten lick my blood off his paw-like it was a fish-flavored lollipop.
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“Fuck my life,” I groaned. That’s when Oscar decided to act strange. His two white socked paws came up together like he was praying, any other time I would have found it cute, but now all I could think that he was thanking God he could final eat me. But that’s not what happened as his paws spread back apart I could see there was more blood. I was sure he licked his hand clean of mine, so it must have been his, he then places his paw on my mouth, and I could taste it, it was sweet like cherries but with a metallic taste like copper.
“I am sorry, Matthew, but your life is not over,” a strange, calm, commanding voice said. I turned my head to see if someone was there; the movement made me grimace in pain. What I saw was just my broken bike and the empty road. “you are needed Matthew, in another place, rest now when you awake, I will find you again to explain. Sleep well Matthew Conner” was the last phrase I heard as I drifted off never to wake on this earth again.