Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Abandoned ❯ One-Shot

 

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

 

Was originally going to be the prologue of a longer story, though at this point I doubt I'll ever get around to writing that. In the meantime, I was rather proud of how this turned out, so I decided to post it on it's own as an original oneshot.

 

This story is dedicated to two of sweetest dogs any girl could own. Lady, the sweet English Cocker Spaniel may family adopted when I was only six, and who sadly passed away several years now at the ripe old age of twelve. And Evie, the very silly Labrador/Retriever mix who loves to chew on everything she can find and who simply refuses to believe that she isn't a lapdog.

 

ABANDONED

 

It was dark, so very dark when he awoke. So very dark, and he was all alone, with no one to offer him comfort. Whimpering slightly in fear and pain from when he moved his injured leg, he sat up enough to look out of the top of his prison to see just where he was. Nothing looked familiar to him; all he could tell was that he was outside in what appeared to be an alley somewhere. He could see the lights coming off the nearby street, and he could see a few people rushing about going about their end of day business. But none of them were paying attention to the small, hurt puppy that had been abandoned and left in a cardboard box by some unknown street.

 

The nameless pup whimpered again as he lay down and curled up in the box, mindful of his injured leg, wondering how his life had gone so wrong.

 

The pup was only a little more than three months old, one of a litter of eight. His mother had been a beautiful and huge dog who had been so kind and gentle to her pups, although she was also sad because she knew all of her puppies would soon be taken away from her. She had explained all of this to him and his brothers and sisters. They were her third litter, and just like all the puppies she had had in the past, they would be taken away from her and `sold' to humans as `pets'. She assured them that this would not be so bad, as humans loved puppies and would ensure that they would all have good lives were they would be loved and spoiled rotten. And so when he was eight weeks old, he and his siblings had been taken away from their mother and brought to a strange place with lots of other animals. Some of the animals were other puppies, though different breeds and they didn't get a chance to play with them like he would have liked. There were also cats, who some of his siblings instinctively disliked, although he didn't mind them so much. There were also things like rabbits and hamsters that he thought would be fun to chase if given the chance. There were lots of noisy birds who lived in cages, and even some fish who swam in big clear bowls of water.

 

Lots of people came and looked at him and the other animals, so many that he couldn't keep track of them. Some of them when they left took one or more of the other animals with them, including his brothers and sisters. He would always cry when that happened, because he was sure he would never see them again. In the end, he was the last of his litter that hadn't been chosen. That is, until the day he came. The tall man with messy dark hair and that awful smell. He wasn't sure why the man wanted him, because he didn't seem to actually like him all that much. The people who took his brothers and sisters all exclaimed over how cute they were, and wanted to hold and pat them. More often than not they had human pups with them who would plead with their parents about being allowed to have `that one'. This man however such stared at him for a few minutes while one of the nice people who worked at the store and looked after all the animals told the man a little about how big he would grow to be and how much he needed to eat, and so on. In the end the man just shrugged and said `he'll do' and that was that. The pup didn't want to go with that man, he had a bad feeling about him, but the people at the store gave him to the man anyway.

 

As it turned out, the pup was right about the man. He was mean to the pup from the first minute they got home. The man would sit around all day drinking some strange liquid that smelled like him, and yell and trow stuff at the pup if he made too much noise or messed anything up or anything. Often he would forget to feed him too, or give him water. Sometimes other humans would come over, and the pup tried to be nice and make them like him so that maybe they would want to take him away from the man, but they were just as mean and would yell at him telling him to leave them alone.

 

This went on for weeks, until earlier today. The pup had been trying to be good, knowing that the man got angry with him if he wasn't and the man was scary when he was angry. But earlier today he had accidentally knocked over a pile of paper that the man was looking at. He didn't mean to, he just wanted to get at the small piece of food the man had dropped on the floor. He was just hungry and the man didn't feed him enough. But the man had been so angry, he stood up and yelled about how bad and how stupid the puppy was, about how he never should and taken him in. Then the man kicked him, hard. He yelped and tried to run away, but the man stomped on his back leg, and he felt something break. It hurt so bad that he couldn't help but cry and cry, despite how much the man yelled at him to be quiet. Finally feed up with the pup's crying, the man had picked him up, careless of his injured leg, and stuffed him in the box he was on now, then picked the box up and left the apartment. Somewhere on the journey the pain had caused the pup to loose consciousness, and when he woke up he was here, wherever here was.

 

Feeling miserable, and wondering what he had done to deserve being treated like this, the pup began to cry again as the world went on seemingly ignoring the poor little creature.

 

End Notes:

Sadly, there are too many animals out there who suffer simular fates to the poor puppy in this story, which I find just sick. Why would a person want to buy a pet if they were just going to mistreat it?