It had been years since she was home. Truly home, the caves and cages she had spent all her life avoiding had found her. The 5'6 human feline had been wandering for months, trying to hitch a ride back to Rhydin.
Her clothes had been torn and her face was dirty, from having to sleep in ditches and fight for her safety. Her bare feet carried her; finally, to the edge of her drive way. Staring up at the ramshackle remnants of her dream home. She could feel a pit growing in her stomach, seeing it now.
The pavement was all but dust now, crumbled and weathered, the once lush green grass was now turned over and brown from animals using it for whatever reason. The front steps had sunken into the ground, the windows, doors, and garage was all boarded up.
Blue, it used to be blue with white shutters and roses growing along the fence, which was simply gone now. Pulling off a board from the front door she coughed as the wind carried out the stagnant, musty air from within.
The door, it seemed, had been broken off its hinges, laying squarely with the frame in front of her. She ducked in, standing on the door, the soft, white carpet she had used to love to lay on after a hard days work was now brown and stiff,
The glass table to her right lay in broken pieces on the floor like a jigsaw puzzle. The screen door was torn and the glass shattered, but still standing within the bent frame of the slider. Thin beams of light snuck through the cracks in the boards, hitting the broken pieces of her life.
The pictures on the walls had all been shattered and reduced to clumps of unrecognizable paper. Her furniture had all been taken, the couch, the television, all of it, gone. She stared at what used to be her kitchen, a hole in the ceiling allowed the sun to cast one large spotlight down on the weathered counter, the tile floor faded and broken.
She walked down the hallway past the kitchen, stopping for a moment at the first door on the left. "Max." She whispered, her voice-sounding alien in this once vibrant home. She held back the tears as her hand reached for the doorknob.
A memory flashed in her mind;
"Maxwell! You had better be ready young man!" Her voice came from the kitchen, she could hear a giggle as she crossed to the little boys room. "Max?" She opened the door and was immediately knocked over by a short storm trooper.
She pushed open the door to their bedroom;
He smiled at her, his crystalline blue eyes looking her up and down. The cotton robe around her skinny frame held nothing he hadn't already explored, but everything he had always wanted. "You are going to make us late again." He scolded, his voice full of laughter.
"I don't understand why we have to go in now, it's supposed to be our weekend off." She pouted, grinning as he moved closer. A strong arm around her waist and he picked her up as though she were a feather.
"Let me help you get dressed then."
The two had begun to giggle, like high school children as the door closed behind them.
She stepped towards the bed, which was little more than a dirty weathered mattress and bent iron frame, and heard a crunch. A black frame facing down on the floor lay under her foot.
She slumped to the floor, turning over the picture, their faces smiling at her from the past. She put a finger to the aged paper and traced the jaw line of her mates face, then seeing her boy's smile she let the tears fall, holding the picture to her chest, she began to sob.
Her clothes had been torn and her face was dirty, from having to sleep in ditches and fight for her safety. Her bare feet carried her; finally, to the edge of her drive way. Staring up at the ramshackle remnants of her dream home. She could feel a pit growing in her stomach, seeing it now.
The pavement was all but dust now, crumbled and weathered, the once lush green grass was now turned over and brown from animals using it for whatever reason. The front steps had sunken into the ground, the windows, doors, and garage was all boarded up.
Blue, it used to be blue with white shutters and roses growing along the fence, which was simply gone now. Pulling off a board from the front door she coughed as the wind carried out the stagnant, musty air from within.
The door, it seemed, had been broken off its hinges, laying squarely with the frame in front of her. She ducked in, standing on the door, the soft, white carpet she had used to love to lay on after a hard days work was now brown and stiff,
The glass table to her right lay in broken pieces on the floor like a jigsaw puzzle. The screen door was torn and the glass shattered, but still standing within the bent frame of the slider. Thin beams of light snuck through the cracks in the boards, hitting the broken pieces of her life.
The pictures on the walls had all been shattered and reduced to clumps of unrecognizable paper. Her furniture had all been taken, the couch, the television, all of it, gone. She stared at what used to be her kitchen, a hole in the ceiling allowed the sun to cast one large spotlight down on the weathered counter, the tile floor faded and broken.
She walked down the hallway past the kitchen, stopping for a moment at the first door on the left. "Max." She whispered, her voice-sounding alien in this once vibrant home. She held back the tears as her hand reached for the doorknob.
A memory flashed in her mind;
"Maxwell! You had better be ready young man!" Her voice came from the kitchen, she could hear a giggle as she crossed to the little boys room. "Max?" She opened the door and was immediately knocked over by a short storm trooper.
She pushed open the door to their bedroom;
He smiled at her, his crystalline blue eyes looking her up and down. The cotton robe around her skinny frame held nothing he hadn't already explored, but everything he had always wanted. "You are going to make us late again." He scolded, his voice full of laughter.
"I don't understand why we have to go in now, it's supposed to be our weekend off." She pouted, grinning as he moved closer. A strong arm around her waist and he picked her up as though she were a feather.
"Let me help you get dressed then."
The two had begun to giggle, like high school children as the door closed behind them.
She stepped towards the bed, which was little more than a dirty weathered mattress and bent iron frame, and heard a crunch. A black frame facing down on the floor lay under her foot.
She slumped to the floor, turning over the picture, their faces smiling at her from the past. She put a finger to the aged paper and traced the jaw line of her mates face, then seeing her boy's smile she let the tears fall, holding the picture to her chest, she began to sob.