I wake quickly and I can feel Chip shaking beside me. He’s afraid. I know he is, and I know why. I poke my head outside of the cave and I can barely make out Twinkle fighting with another cat, probably a nightlight. I turn back and look at Chip, who thinks that they’ll come closer. He thinks that he might get hurt. It’s happened before. I know that Twinkle wouldn’t let that happen. To Chip, anyway. She’d probably throw me out there with it. I make my way over to Chip and I curl down beside him. I place my head on his comfortingly and I can feel him relax a little. I look sadly down at him, sort of envying how much Twinkle cares about him compared to me. It’s always hard, knowing someone you really care for probably hates you. Chip has it easier. Both me and Twinkle protect him, and Twinkle has me and him to protect her, not that she’d ever need it. But me? I sort of feel ostracised. I can’t expect Chip to protect me, but Twinkle is my older sister, isn’t it her job? I shake that toxic thought out of my head, and I fall asleep quickly. Being sad normally makes me tired. I want to start doing these tiny little short stories when I release a chapter. I like writing them.
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