Life Isn’t Fair

Leslie - Idaho Falls, Idaho
Entered on February 2, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: death

Life Isn’t Fair

From the moment I saw the grey kitten, I knew we weren’t leaving the animal shelter without him. When we brought the bundle of fur home, he acted like he had always lived. Since I had picked him out, my step-sister would pick a name. After two minutes of dead silence at the dinner table, she said,” Chaos,” and the kitten looked up as if that was always what he had been called Chaos was the perfect cat, and his name suited him well, not for what he did, but for what happened to him.

Although he could be the fiercest hunter, Chaos knew when to be loving and caring. I swear that all of the voles would run away when he entered the front yard. Yet he even loved our two black labs that had a tendency to hate and kill cats. Everything was going just fine in our little country home, until tragedy struck.

My mom picked me up from Fox Hollow Elementary School like any other day and headed home. At the top of the driveway, it seemed too quiet. Usually the lbs would start barking and raising havoc, but their faces read,” Guilty,” all over. When I got out of the car, I called for Chaos, and expected to see a grey flash of fur streak out from the front yard, but he never came. I looked closer at the black yards and the dog yard, and noticed that one had a nasty scratch along her muzzle, the other with blood glistening from her front leg. I took three steps forward and felt a tear fall down my face. A grey bundle of fur matted with blood, laid in the middle of the yard, unmoving. My mom noticed me crying and walked closer. All she could say was,” No,” before she started to bawl. We stumbled to the front door and cried non-stop for about an hour.

A week later, I woke up and remembered what day it was. To most people, April 27th is just another ordinary day, but to me it was my 12th birthday. Although almost every teen would be jumping with joy, I just sat up in my bed and cried silently, since today was the same day that Chaos was born.

If life were fair, people would never have to see loved ones leave the world, never have to loose their jobs and apply for unemployment, and I never would have had to loose Chaos. He should have never had to die such a painful death. I know there will never be any best friend like him. Life can’t and never will be fair.