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She stood in her bedroom, looking out the window of her third story apartment.  Tears ran down her face, and she had just used up the last of her Kleenexes.  It shouldn't have to hurt this bad, it really shouldn't, but it did.  They didn't even love her, she hadn't even had a chance to try.

She turned from the window and paced around her room, habitually moving in a circular pattern while playing with a bit of her hair, as she always did while she was nervous.  She looked at her orange tabby, Charlie.  He was looking at her, wagging his tail, trusting her.  But not loving.  No, she had decided that love was a useless emotion.  One to be thrown away, ignored.

Wasn't that what her parents did?  Sure, they loved each other, but their own daughter?  Abandoned, forced to fend for herself.  So why was she so upset?  Why did they thought of their death scare her so much?  She stopped pacing.  She needed to think this out over a yogurt.

She left her bedroom and went to her small fridge.  It didn't have to be big, she and Charlie were the only ones in the house.  The most she ate at home anyways was yogurt.  She pulled out a container without looking, her mind distracted.  She already knew what the flavor was too.  Strawberry.  She didn't eat any of the others.

Grabbing a spoon, she went back to her bedroom and started to pace again.  If only she could have built that bridge, got over the river that separated her and her parents.  Not that it mattered anymore.  They were gone, and that was all there was to it.  She was alone in this world. 

She stopped pacing again to look at the Blue Kitty clock over her bed.  Six 'o' clock.  Her show wouldn't be until another hour.  Great, that left her time to sit and think some more.  Like that had ever accomplished anything.  She finished up the last of her yogurt and threw the container away, fingering the spoon in her hand.  She looked at her face in the reflection.  Upside-down.  Just like everything else in her life at this moment.

Sighing, she went to the sink and washed the spoon, then put it back in it's drawer.  She was about to turn away when she spotted her parent's will.  Did she dare open it?  Her parent's would be more likely to leave everything to Ruffian than to her, but no use putting off the inevitable.  She fiddled with the  envelope, then finally got it open.  She slowly took the letter out and read it.

No, it couldn't be.  She should have known it.  More tears formed.  They had left nothing to her, not even a picture on the wall.  Everything had went to neighbors.  It was as if she didn't even exist.  Then again, with how her parents had treated her all her life, maybe she didn't.  At least in their minds, didn't deserve to.  All she was was the accident child.  Worthless, and useless.  So why did it hurt so much?