disclaimer. You recognize the name it ain’t mineFootsteps, I can hear Phoebe, my master coming. My eyes that was so dull and bloodshot shine once again of seeing my master and her sisters again.

The door swing open and I was so glad to see Phoebe again but where is her sisters? Maybe, just maybe they has a fight but I really don’t care. It been so long since I last see my master, about six hours or so.

Wagging my tail, I bark trying to get up from my old, dirty bed. Focusing all the weight onto my back legs and push myself up. Pain shot though my body. I collapse onto the floor, I am not going to give up. No, I would do anything for her, anything and everything.

Closing my eyes and grimacing my teeth, I try again but before I could do anything, I felt hands picking me up.
I open my eyes and saw my master, she wasn’t like I remember her, her eyes are red and puffy from all the crying she did. Putting me down I look up to see her smile, it wasn’t like a breath of spring, it was more like a frown.


"I hate you!" she suddenly said, her voice was full of anger not like before when it was as soft as summer rain. Does she really hate me? But why, it is because of my bad back legs or just because I am a old , worn-out dog?

I look up at her with the sad puppy eyes, hoping it will melt her heart of ice. It didn't instead she hit me. I can feel blood tripping down my nose. I yap and coward in a dark corner, hoping she wont find me. I wish it was like the old day when we used to go to her sisters' house and played in the park together and when the long day is over we would go to one of the sisters' house, normally Piper, and sit in the front of the roaring fire, drinking hot chocolate.

"Ben? Come on. I am sorry." A voice broke my train of thoughts. It's her, my beloved master.

I crawl low to her. I feel so tiny and unwanted. I smile when I see her arm wide open, waiting for me to jump into. I trot over. I stop, she isn't smiling, she is crying. It is me? It is because I am not a puppy anymore? How much do I wish to be a puppy with a funny grin, a silky fur and a wagging tail. But I am not a puppy, oh no I am a old, worn-out dog.

"Ben, come here, boy!" She is calling again.
I sigh and slowly walk over. She pick me up and carry me to her room. Along the way she mumbling and swearing about how hard life is now and how easy it was before in her childhood.

I am confusing, she never brought a knife to her room before, maybe she is cooking something in there but I doubt it.

She lay down on her bed then puts me on the top of her. She is saying nice things about us but bad things about her sisters. She is also telling me how much she love me but then why she said she hate me? I really don’t care as long my master is here, stoking me. But she stops stroking me quickly, I nudge her, asking why she stop. She just reach out for the knife, slowly she cuts her wrists, blood came rushing out. I crawl to her wrists, trying to cover it up but blood just keep on coming. My fur is soak with blood. I whine trying to wake her up but she just smile in her sleep, whispering to me that it alright.

She is getting weaker every second but she never fail to say, "goodbye life." She just give a big sigh and relax. She is not breathing and somehow I knew she wont breath again…ever.
I just sigh and think I am just a old and worn-out dog.





Walking up the stairs. Hitting every walls I see. Soon I came to my door, number 13…unlucky. Searching for my keys and unlock my door. Kicking it in anger, it swing open.
I try to smile but I couldn't when I see my dog's wagging tail, well at least someone love me. I sit down in the chair just next to the front door, waiting for Ben to me but he is taking a long. I think about it then I remember he have got a bad back legs.

Sighing, I got up, I look at him…bless him, still trying to get up, I pick him up. He look up with a confusing look on his face, I feel anger build up inside me.

He is giving me the puppy eyes, more anger build up. And I couldn't stop saying "I hate you" and hit him on the nose. He run away from me. I hate myself more, I hate my sisters, I hate being a charmed one…I hate everything.

But what about Ben, he haven't done anything wrong. He must be feeling unwanted, gosh I don't want to leave with him feeling like that so I call him with my arm wide open…that will make him feel better.

He came but then half way he stops. I try again and this time he came all the way and into my arm. He hug me in a dog way, it make me think why I am doing this. But I got to anyway, it the only way I will feel happy and free. Grabbing the knife and mumbling and swearing about life and stupid fate. I walk into my room and lay down picking Ben on top of me. I sigh, and starts telling Ben my sad life story, my horrible sisters, being a charmed one, evil Cole and I also tell him how much I love him, hoping he wont forget that it isn't his fault that I want to go. I stops stroking him, he nudge me but I pretend that I didn’t know and I…I…pick up the knife. Cutting my wrists, I close my eyes. A white light, it is very welcoming. I want to go now.
With two last words…"goodbye life." I let go and at last I am free.