Post by Fen on Jan 13, 2014 21:39:28 GMT -6
LOSS OF INNOCENCE
Entry One
Entry One
By Luther James Crowley
I remember it very vividly. It was a lovely day in Bensonhurst, despite the constant fear of being hunted by dogs looking to carve a reputation out of your hide. I was young then, and not nearly as accustomed to the streets as many of the other dogs in the city. I was alone, utterly alone in my plight. He had left me on the docks, and sailed away on that grand ship of his. I'd watched it drift out toward the sun until I could no longer see it over the horizon and the sun had turned to the silver face of the moon. My heart had been longing, desperate to be at his side once more, even if only for a moment. The cold ushered me onward, and I left on weary paws, my stomach a pit of hunger that nothing could fill. My mind was hazy, like waking up before the dawn. I remember the smell of rain on the breeze, and the scent of the decay of a city dying due to poverty and neglect. A new chapter in my life had been started, and I had yet lain pen to paper before I was already hopelessly lost on my journey. The delicate age of six months was not a time to be alone in this new world, and it wouldn't be long before trouble found me.
So, I took shelter the best place I could find; it amounted to the back end of an alley, a place I could rest my back against and have little fear of an attack from behind. This proved to be bad judgement on my part, because I had scarcely nodded off before hearing the clicks of nails on concrete and the sharp pain of jaws locking around my neck. Looking back now I should have seen it coming, should have left myself an out. There was only one entrance and one exit. I was foolish then, and the dogs were hungry. I was an exceptional meal fit for a king in their eyes. A plump, human-raised bulldog all alone in an unfamiliar city? What more of a red flag could anyone ask for?
That's when I knew I was gone. I knew this was the end for me, until God shined his light on me and sent me a savior.
Now, I don't remember much, but the color of golden sunsets still registers in my mind as I recall that night. Blood had pooled on the asphalt, and I had nearly choked to death on it, my body hanging limply in the mouth of one of those wretched cannibals. Then, almost as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone, replaced with an older, kinder face. That's when everything faded to black.
When I came to, I was on an old mattress that smelled of piss and rat shit, leaves pressed to my neck and my head swimming. But there he was, standing over me. I don't recall now what my first words to him were, but I'm sure it held the effect of some sort of thanks, and calling him God. Nevertheless, he had chuckled at what I said and bid me to rest, and I did.
I never knew then that this was the start of who I am today. That dog, Marco Ruiz, he was the beginning and the end.
I died that night. My old self fading into the void as I awoke with a new perspective.
My innocence, it was gone.
So, I took shelter the best place I could find; it amounted to the back end of an alley, a place I could rest my back against and have little fear of an attack from behind. This proved to be bad judgement on my part, because I had scarcely nodded off before hearing the clicks of nails on concrete and the sharp pain of jaws locking around my neck. Looking back now I should have seen it coming, should have left myself an out. There was only one entrance and one exit. I was foolish then, and the dogs were hungry. I was an exceptional meal fit for a king in their eyes. A plump, human-raised bulldog all alone in an unfamiliar city? What more of a red flag could anyone ask for?
That's when I knew I was gone. I knew this was the end for me, until God shined his light on me and sent me a savior.
Now, I don't remember much, but the color of golden sunsets still registers in my mind as I recall that night. Blood had pooled on the asphalt, and I had nearly choked to death on it, my body hanging limply in the mouth of one of those wretched cannibals. Then, almost as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone, replaced with an older, kinder face. That's when everything faded to black.
When I came to, I was on an old mattress that smelled of piss and rat shit, leaves pressed to my neck and my head swimming. But there he was, standing over me. I don't recall now what my first words to him were, but I'm sure it held the effect of some sort of thanks, and calling him God. Nevertheless, he had chuckled at what I said and bid me to rest, and I did.
I never knew then that this was the start of who I am today. That dog, Marco Ruiz, he was the beginning and the end.
I died that night. My old self fading into the void as I awoke with a new perspective.
My innocence, it was gone.