You know that feeling? like everything you've been told is a lie? Well isn't that what life is really? Well scratch the emo shit, I should get to the beginning. I'm Kale, I'm a 23 year old unemployed enga- well single Rabbit, all the weird shit started about... four days ago. See I've never been a religious person, I told my self when I was younger that nothing really mattered; though I always thought there was a god, that someone's actually watching you, taking care of you.

Well on that morning four days ago, it was a Sunday morning, I got dragged by my fiancée to go to church with her, she was a young Catholic girl, I guess she thought that by being with me she'd "Save me" Whelp, let's just say no one's ever really been tolerant of a Rabbit and a Cat sleeping together. Not like I don't blame them, I'm the neighborhood good for nothing, no one's ever helped me, my mother and her fuck-buddy left me when I was 12... Guess she thought it'd be easier to leave me in the back alley during winter than to admit she was a horrible parent.

I should get to the story, I'm kinda losing consciousness. When we got into the church I could hear everything they were saying about me, it wasn't all that hard when they were louder than Hyena's fucking. My girl, let's just call her Tandi for her own safety. Tandi brought me to the front pew and set me down to the biggest, fattest and most terrifying monster of a feline I've ever seen. Not like I'm prejudice against fat people... just scared is all. Well about 10 minutes in, when all the lights go down I put my arm around Tandi's shoulders. Unlike normally when I'd have her ass naked in the confessional.

You would of though this would of gone over alright in the place, but no, their rumors and words just get louder. Almost to the point where they're screaming it through the fucking cathedral. I look around, and Tandi doesn't seem to notice, these people are just looking at me, screaming; but they aren't.

I thought maybe I was just stressed so I drooped my ears and tried to hide away the yelling, but it didn't work. So I stood up and yelled back, that didn't help. Tandi looked at me like I was insane and the Priest gazed through me his words were even more vial. Then I noticed it, no one was saying anything, they were just looking at me like a I was a lunatic. I was a lunatic. What did I do? Ran like hell, I ran a good 4 hours before I stopped running. That's when I realized I was over reacting, I turned around and walked back home, it was late when I got home. Maybe around 7, it was dark already but I didn't care. I got back to my place and just before I heard it, her voice. When I turned around to see it, it was a little girl, scared and covered in blood. But her voice was speaking to me, with out her lips moving. She told me that Tandi would be in trouble if I entered the house.

When I stepped close to her, I could see that her body was ripped and torn to pieces. She told me that I was not wanted on earth, that I'd only bring pain to those around me. I didn't want to believe it but something told me it was true. So I left a note telling Tandi that I had to leave and I couldn't be with her. I know now how right I was to of done that.

The next days went by, more weird shit, a viscous feral dog that attacked an elderly woman but when I helped the lady up she gave me a look as if I was the dog, A man jumped from a bridge and into the dried up lake. I immediately ran to his aid, but he wasn't there, no blood or traces of him.

That's when this morning happened. I was laying down in my motel, knowing I had run dry on cash, so I pulled on my suddenly very tight and comfy black hoodie... the one Tandi gave me, and I walked down the street and into the bank, I tried to pull out some money, but the teller was horrified when I entered the building. I swiveled back and forth but no one would look at me, like I was a ghost, or a demon. I heard screams all around me, but this time it was from them, their mouths. I saw more of the little girl too. As I walked through the streets, my hood pulled over my head, for some reason it wouldn't push down my ears. She kept telling me that I needed to come here.

After a good 12 hours of walking I gave in and came here, this old abandoned church in a barn, surrounded by hay. That's where I realized what I was hear for, when I got on my knees, and accepted the searing pain that was ripping through my skin, I felt my insides give a lunge and my fur was singed. It wasn't until the moon light came through the barn window that I saw what I was, the flames that were engulfing my every being. the hoodie wasn't comfy, it was ripped, by these massive spikes I thought could of been my bones and the hood was caught on over sized horns.

So I guess I should end my first and last biography by saying that no matter what it isn't easy to die, and it isn't painless to live. I'm sorry I was the way I was, I guess that... in the end I was really the demon my mother didn't want. Somewhere deep down inside I was the spawn of some awful being and it just made sense to die.

So there you go, that's what you put me through, I could of died on the streets 11 years ago, but you, let me live. What kind of god would do that?... Just like I thought, even in my last moments you're too spineless of a God to at least tell me why!