Are You Afraid?

So there's this cat. Sookie. Well, Number 2. Fluffy, One eye, Skinny, Patchy and homeless. Every time I come home after 5, There he is. At the corner shop. I would see him and buy or give him food. Seems like he likes me, Even with my dogs' scent on me.

So today was different, I saw him. I smiled and ran up to catch up to him. I saw him run as well. Why? Because there was a car coming, I figured he'd make it. But no, A land rover belonging to a dickface decides to speed up and run him over. I stop. The Indian guy walks across the road and kicks him to see if it was alive. I run across the road without checking. Becoming all teary.

I pick him up, All bloody. Put him on the curb and run to the payphone to call RSPCA. He walked into the pizza shop with a limp. I stayed with him for 30 minutes. He wouldn't even eat anything I gave him. A man with a dish rag decides to cover him up but Sookie doesn't know him. He runs off dripping a trail of blood. He becomes unreachable. I walk up to the house that he ran towards. "He'll be alright". I fxcking hope so.

I can't believe someone would do something like this to you.

He sort of look like this, But he has grey eyes.

I hope you're fine.