Alone in the pet shop.

The accident.

I was born on a cold January morning, in a litter of sixteen. I don't remember much about my childhood. I was taken to a pet where it was cold and scary. I was put in a cage with another guinea pig and separated from my siblings. She was called Louise, and we became best friends.
I sit with Louise in the cage a week later. We were up drinking last night, and we're both pretty groggy. The water bottle is a riot. I look up, and notice a guinea pig sized gap in our roof cage.
"Hey, Louise" I nudge her
"Yeah Jeremy, wit Dae u want m8" she replies.
"I dare you to run out of the door of the pet shop and back to the cage through the gap up there" I tell her, glancing up.
She looks scared.
"Fine" she says, taking her little guinea pig body and hauling herself out of the cage. She falls out the cage and hits the ground running. She runs out the door and onto the road. Before I can even squeak a car hits her. I see the blood. Louise is gone.