The Pain

Short fantastic story

It felt the pain in its neck… what was it? A bite? Can she feel bites? Or is she a he? No idea, but she felt like a he that day, or what he thought a he must feel like. He stood up, walked in circles and sat down again, staring at the wall. “What a long day,” he thought. Should he go out or stay in? Decisions, decisions, decisions.  Time to reset, one, two and three… out the door! Up in the air, floating, a weird sensation he would never enjoy it, enjoy it like his pets do, yelling, laughing and flapping their wings, or should he called them arms?  All of a sudden, he started falling, falling, and falling like a feather. He closed his eyes and let it go. It was the end; it was not a bite after all. It was a bullet, a bullet deep in her skull. Now he was a she, stronger to die and to endure pain. And she died, slowly, alone, with her dignity intact.