The Wickedness of the Night

It was on 15th of September 2015. My mother called me,"Come Tom, time for dinner!". I was excited as my mother was exceptional at making delicacies as she cooked one of my favourite dishes as it was my birthday. My father was not home yet as he had some work in office. I had a cat named Quilly. She was a beautiful golden yellow cat with black stripes on her face. My brother, Andrew and me sat together on the dining table for dinner. Andrew was a cute boy who always cried whenever i touched him to get me in trouble. He made me a troublemaker everyday for no reason. But, however, he was cute to me as his brown eyes sparkled when he looked at me. When we sat on the table, a sudden noise came from our farm. We had a beautiful farm full of red roses.
We did not pay attention to the noise as we thought it was our cat, Quilly. When we were just beginning to eat the dish, our cat Quilly shouted very loudly. We left our dishes and rushed to the farm to see what had happened to her. It was the season of monsoon, the sky's tears came to the ground in the form of rain. My tears mixed with the rain and Quilly's blood mixed with the thick mud . My cat, Quilly was no more. Everybody became numb. To my brother, Quilly was not a cat, but also his best friend. She was our cat for more than 5 years. It was a heart-wrenching moment for me. With full of sorrow and grief, i did not even think who did this to Quilly. My birthday was ruined.

To be continued.....