Re-write of Emo cat's life

school because of that. Our house was nice…well, it was just big enough, just liveable for 3 people.

“Austin, Get down here NOW!” My mom yelled. Cringing, I reluctantly stepped downstairs to meet her.
“Y-yeah?” I answered, and she cleared her throat.
“Get ready for school. You’ll have to walk for now, and you can’t be late so get going.” She instructed, and I nodded.
“Okay. Bye mom…I love you…” I murmured, and my mom didn’t even smile.
“Yeah, whatever.” She mumbled, and left. My dad didn’t have a job. He just slept all day and fed off the money my mom made… speaking of dad, he poked his head downstairs just to order me to make him some coffee. I sighed and did as he’d asked, making a mug for myself. My dad reappeared a few minutes later, probably drawn out by the smell of coffee.
“Hey dad…can you drop me off at school?” I asked, and my dad glared at me.
“No. I have stuff to do.” He replied, and I kept from rolling my eyes.
“What stuff? Sleep and eat all day?” I grumbled, and my dad turned.
“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” He growled, and I ducked my head as if he was going to slap me.
“Nothing.” I frowned, and he glared.
“Exactly what you are to me.” Dad spat, and I glared at the back of his head, silently flipping him off.
I didn’t bother to say anything else to him as I left. I’d only been walking for a few minutes when I felt the first of raindrops. And there I was thinking I might actually have a little bit of sunshine for once.
I grumbled to myself, and halted when I heard a meow. I glanced up. The cat sounded like it was in pain… I finally saw it when it meowed again. The poor thing looked half dead… It had snow white fur, blue eyes that were pale with exhaustion, and a fluff of fur on it’s forehead that looked like an emo style haircut. I smiled at it before picking it up. For whatever reason, we had cat food in our house.
“Forget school…” I murmured, and cuddled the little cat, walking home with it.
Once I got there, my dad was nowhere to be seen, so I escaped to my room and set down little Emo. That’s what I decided to name the cute little guy. I managed to bathe Emo and then fed him. He didn’t even fight me through anything. I bandaged him up and he looked adorable. I grinned, and then looked at my stomach as it growled. I was hungry…
“Be right back Emo” I said, patting his head. He purred as I shut the door.
Downstairs, I found my dad was back.
“Austin? ….Didn’t you have school.” He glared. It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yeah, but I…had good grades in 8th, so they decided to give me some free time.” I answered, plastering a fake smile on my face. My dad shrugged.
“Go make me some food.” He demanded, and I narrowed my eyes.
“I have homework.” I retorted, and my dad grimaced.
“ For god’s sake, go do it then, I’ll just go eat out…you’re a little bitch just like your damn mother….” He spat, and I stifled a growl.
“Why are you talking about my mom like that? Are you drunk or something again?” I glared as I asked, and he snorted.
“Fuck you, I can do what I want….stupid fag…” He mumbled as he left. I wished he’d just go wander into the path of a semi-truck and die. Why and how my mom loved that…douchebag was beyond me.
I walked back upstairs to check on Emo. He was gone. I looked out the window, searching for him. My dad was in the car, backing up. I saw Emo in the grass, and he looked up to the window, and meowed, running towards me. And the back of my dad’s car.
“Emo Stop!” The shout left as barely a whisper. The sickening crunch pushed me from the window, tears filling my eyes. The rest of the day I  locked myself in my room and cried.
“Why do I always have to have bad things happen to me…” I murmured, before falling asleep.

“AUSTIN GET UP!” My mom’s shout startled me awake.
“Ok! Okay…” I mumbled sleepily, and rolled out of bed, falling to the floor. I got up and got ready for school, moping about.
This time I finally made it to the school, and a lot of people were staring. I tried to ignore them, until one guy walked up to me.
“I’ve never seen a gay emo before…” He snickered, and I grimaced.
“You really shouldn’t talk about yourself like that.” I spat, and he glared at me.
“You want to get smart? I’ll fuck you up, you little pussy. Come at me.” I ignored the dude, pushing past him. Obviously today wouldn’t be very nice either.
“See ya later fag!” The guy called, and a few other guys around him laughed. Someone tripped me and I stumbled, throwing a glare back at them. It was like this the next few days…
I stopped caring as days turned to weeks. I barely ate. My grades were failing, my dad was still  a drunk-douchebag. I didn’t care anymore. Why not kill myself? I mean, who would actually give a shit? No one loves me, I don’t love anyone, I don’t have any friends. Honestly no one would care, I realized. I knew my dad had a gun somewhere.
I smiled as I found it. Maybe I wouldn’t kill myself yet…why not…have a little fun before I go?

Austin’s dad stumbled into the house, drunk as ever.
“HEY FAG WHERE- … What the…” His father stared, trailing off. Austin stood over his mothers body. She’d been shot, and blood pooled around the boy’s feet. His father’s gun was in his hand.
“A-Austin…?” His dad asked, voice hoarse. Austin looked up and grinned. He’d killed his mom…and now, as he pointed the gun at me, I was too.
“You fucked up my life, time for me to fuck up yours..”
My dad dropped to the floor, the fear that was still frozen on his face made me laugh. I ventured to my school, and killed them all as well. Listening to their screams somehow brought a smile to my face. I stood in a blood-stained hallway littered with bodies. I raised the gun to my forehead. Now it was my turn. I pressed the barrel to my head but before I could pull the trigger, a voice startled me.
“This is a suprising amount of kills…for a demon-boy.” The deep voice laughed, and I whirled around.
“What- Who are you?” I scowled, the man was tall, his head almost brushed the ceiling of the hallway. He was like…8 feet tall. And very pale. His face- er, lack of one stared at me. I pointed the gun at him.
“Go away.” I growled, and he seemed to scoff. He was laughing at me. I fired once at him, and the bullet hit his arm. He looked down at the torn fabric of the tuxedo he wore, and looked at me. There wasn’t even blood. He laughed again, flicking the bullet away after he pulled it out of his arm. I took a step backwards and slipped, falling on my ass.
“That was rude… I’m simply here to offer you a job…” The man tilted his head. I raised an eyebrow.
“Job? Who are you…?” I asked, and he chuckled.
“I’m Slenderman.” He replied simply, and I stared blankly.
“Listen. Either you can kill yourself here and die, or you can accept this job, and become my proxy. There aren’t many places for a demon, you know.” He said, and I blinked. Demon? A white tail swished. My tail. I had a cat tail. What the… I also had ears…er, cat ears. The Slenderman watched me impatiently. My skin had paled too. I looked at the trophy case for the school and looked at my reflection.
“Well? I haven’t exactly got all day…human authorities may be here soon…and they are quite a pest.” Slender questioned again, and I slowly nodded.
“Okay…I’ll come with you…” I started to smile. I looked like Emo…It was awesome. Slender grabbed my hand and then we were teleported to a forest. Holy crap. I grinned. Teleportation was pretty freaking cool….
“Before you go in there, decide what you’d like to be called…” Slender said, gesturing to a huge mansion next to us.
“Emo cat.” I responded, and opened the door.
I felt happy for once as the other “proxies”, they called themselves, welcomed me with mostly open arms. I smiled, and laughed. I belonged.

Re-write of Emo's story.

by KeiraHazDeviant</span>,
this is one re-write from my friend I like it if any one wants to re-write my old story they can i'll look at it and see how you did 9u6 I like this and i can't wait for more people to re-write my story  so yeah ^u^
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