Locked inside-out: Ch.1 Mixed indecisions
#1 of Locked inside-out
Don't grade me wrongfully on this story. It is my first one here and it's been a while since I last attempted to even start one. First person view has never been my forte but I thought it might help to expand, and this story was thought up on a point to point plot and single revision. I don't plan for it to go too in depth.
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I woke up to the feel of Jessica's hand running through the redish orange fur between my large ears." Good morning foxy!" She said as she sat up in her bed in order to reach me. I understood what she meant, using the word to reference an actual fox.
I laughed at the ill humor in my mind as Jessica tiredly climbed out of bed and drag her feet into the bathroom. She usually liked to sleep only in the top half of her clothes, but even from my point of view at the corner of the bed, her night gown covered more than necessary.
Even though I had mentally aggreed to the master's bond the moment I set foot in my new home, I still had the nerve to cloak my deeper instincts, shadowing the thoughts as to why she might have felt comfortable roaming her room wearing a single piece of cloth despite a lonely set of eyes watching her every movement from where I sat.
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Had I weighed my situation any better, I would have known it to be more free surviving in the wild, than to wander the same halls and rooms of the small house I had resided in for nearly eight months now.
It seemed as if I had remained here for much longer though, trapped within the many walls I so familiarized myself with, going around all of them every day hoping that the next time I looked, I wouldn't have to remember it's presence.
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But the sound of Jessica's bathroom shower suggested that she had bigger plans approaching this morning, so I slowly avoided the overwhelming fruit scent of her shampoo floating from behind the door, softly planting the black pads of my feet on the carpet before reaching for the doorknob.
The hallway proved to still be silent as I closed the bedroom door behind me and walked the short distance into the large living room where the flatscreen tv had been left on overnight. I felt it okay to be slightly forgetful from time to time, but I then noticed the tv's volume was below average hearing, as if there would've been people sleeping at the time.
I walked past the edge of the couch and into the kitchen where my food bowl lay on the counter and scooped my hand down into the dry pellets rather haphazardly as my claws scratched against the metal bottom.
Maybe it's just the last shreds of my sanity keeping me here, but everything else told me to escape, allowing me no remorse as I cupped my hand with the food I could carry and allowed the excess to scatter as they fell to the ground.
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Jessica's bedroom door opened, ceasing me from popping the crunchy delects one-by-one into my mouth and frantically swallowed the handful down my gullet.
" Yeah, I'll meet up with you in a while, I have to sign up for my college courses real quick." I watched her talk to herself with her head craned to her right shoulder." It's gonna be hard waking up early again and expect to be away from the house. I'm tired of being stuck in this place."
Huh?
I looked up from my curled position in the corner of the couch to Jessica as she grabbed the cell phone from her ear and continued into the kitchen." I'd feel terrible leaving Alex by himself during the day. He- he keeps leaving messes like half the food misses his mouth. I mean, he learned to use the toilet really quickly, but I can't stop him from other messes if I'm not there to catch him."
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The news I overheard from her conversation struck me as odd. Besides the small worry of having to find my next meal, the only actual reason I remained in this containment was because of Jessica.
She's the one that took care of me when I was still relatively young. I had been caught in a rough situation back then when she found me and brought me back to health. I had no one else to rely on since that night I was betrayed.
" I can't do that to Alex. He's a fox." Jessica spoke out one last time as she left out the front door.
Since I no longer had anyone else to care for, all my attention remained mostly with Jessica, who returned it with love and Kind-
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"Water!" I practically yelled as I felt saliva absorbed by the dry food. Remembering Jessica's complaint about the mess I left with the food, I picked up my water dish and drank it as openly as I had my food, this time holding it over the sink to keep from leaving any evidence of my sloppiness.
"Who's in there?"
I froze in fear as I listened to a bedroom door open and cautious footsteps ring through my ears. How could I have forgotten that Amy was still here?
I reached over and quickly set the metal bowl back down on the counter and leaned over to appear as if I was lapping from it as Amy peered over the countertop's bar.
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I looked up at Amy with the best expressionless countanance I could summon to grant she remained sure of my thoughtless state.
Yet a reason never could arrive convincing me to explain my true inteligence to my master or her roommate, it did seem that all other pets recieved the idea to remain silent since I haven't been asked to report it.
I could never handle the burden of such a newfound public inteligence though. Rather I avoid having to tell and be questioned the extent of my sentience and save the trouble of having other keepsaked brethren from the same torment.
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" It must've just been part of my dream." She finally sighed, wiping her long, brown hair out from in front of her deep blue eyes.
Once again acknowledging that I wasn't alone, I aimingly followed Amy back to the couch and layed down across from her, remaining passive as I tucked myself into a tight curl.
I felt her hand pass over my ears and slowly run down the ridge of my spine. she knew my sweet spot, but her touch was gentle, knowing she was focused more on something else than the feel of my fur beneath her palm.
I drowsily opened my eyes to see what it was drawing her attention away from me. The tv was displaying some unreadable information from the animal channel, but, the volume remained nearly inaudible, and it seemed that Amy was... gazing at something that seemed, beyond vision.
She continued petting me as I looked up at her, hardly wondering what was crossing her mind. Yet it seemed that whatever she was thinking gave her a lazy smile.
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It's such an odd contradiction even in my own mind. I no longer had to worry about finding my food, but I gave up my freedom for the small space of this house, and the only companions I had were this woman that faintly knew I was here and an owner that's about to leave me be myself.
She's the only reason to remain here, but I fear I have nowhere else to go.