Little Lost Kitten

[Ari]

Cat was curled up by the fountain, although it didn't really look like one. It looked like some kind of pool now. She'd been lying on the ground next to it for at least an hour now, sobbing continuously until just a few moments ago when she'd run out of tears to shed. Her cheeks were damp and so was the ground beneath her head, and she sniffled often. People walked around her, most ignoring her or giving odd glances and moving on. Not that Cat really noticed. She wasn't looking up at all, more concerned about remembering.
Only three letters were remembered, K, A, T. Cat. That was all that was left of her name, or all that her name was. She didn't know. She didn't know if she had a family, or a home, or if this fountain was home. Cat itched at her wrists absentmindedly, fingernails dragging across fading scars from where she had scratched too much and peeled away the skin. At least, it appeared to be the cause as she continued making new scratches and peeling more skin. It wasn't until it caused sharp pains in her wrist that she stopped scratching. Oops. some scratches were bleeding slightly, while the rest were just missing a few layers of skin. Oh well. It'll heal.
The young girl shifted and rolled over so her back was facing the unknown world. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest not to cry but failing as choked sobs escaped her chest. I'll die here won't I... Alone in a foreign place that's too scary for me to go out in. I don't want to find a way out. I want to go home. It can't be a nightmare, it's too real. I want to go home... wherever home is...