I escaped to my sanctuary once again. The place was said to be haunted, but all I felt was peace. Wild roses and strawberries covered the banks and yet very few people entered here. Most animals even hesitated to come up the gulch. Cowboy and I were safe in this place. Safe from the world and safe from my raging sister.
A gnarled limb draped in front of me. I was just about to pop another strawberry in my mouth, when I noticed two golden eyes, watching me. I could barely make out an indistinct form of mottled greens, blues, blacks and tawny golds nestled among the leaves. It looked like a large, tie-dyed Persian cat with the most penetrating gaze.
The strawberry dropped as I peered around to see who was playing a trick on me.
"There is no one else here. Just you, me and your horse."
Cowboy looked toward the limb. I wasn't going insane.
"What are you?"
There was a low chuckle, almost like a ragged purring sound. "I am many things. For you, I am a wish. Anything you want."
A wish. I must be dreaming. "I wish for my family to be safe."
"Are you sure?"
Yes, that was perfect. It would end the sense of danger I felt. "Yes."
The eyes closed slowly as if he slept. "Very well, human."
I could hear Katie screaming, when I trotted my horse back to the house. I realized the crack I heard was a gunshot as I tumbled to the ground.
The cat was there, curled up beside me. His luminous eyes peered into mine. "The drugs should have killed her," he said sadly. "Instead, she has killed you."
I stared at him. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Cats can't talk.