This is the worst month I have lived through...if I live through it. It started on Saturday, October 15th, 2011. As I was preparing to go to a marching band practice before a competition, I received the message that one of our football team's players died. He had died from his injuries during the football game. Combined with the PSAT's and the upcoming competition, this was already a stressful day. Then school came, where everyone was sad and depressed. I have numerous projects, reports, and presentations to do, and almost no time.
Then it came.
As I was returning home from a Varsity Jazz Band practice, my 5 month old Toy Terrier puppy, Bandit, came running out the door. We hurried inside and grabbed some treats to get him back in, but it was too late. Bandit was already next to the road. Two cars came driving by, not bothering to slow down. Bandit crossed to the other side of where the cars were coming from, and stood on his hind legs to greet them. Bandit's body grew brighter from the headlights, and then he fell. Neither car slowed down or even bothered to stop. I grabbed a blanket to wrap him in, and we brought him inside. After a while, we brought him to an emergency veterinarian. Half way through the car ride, he started whimpering and barking. He was in pain, a lot of it. His leg was fractured, his neck seemed hurt, his jaw was broken, and he was suffering from head trauma and blood loss. Bandit died that night at the vet's. I didn't bother going to school today, for I am depressed. I need help, and soon. I can't stand any more drama. I can't stop remembering his last few conscious seconds, where the car hit him, with his paws in the air, happy as could be.
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The Sufferings of Cyrus
I don't want to deal with this: heartbroken, no money, no future.