Accidents Happen

>Be 12 years old
>Get in a big argument with your parents
>You screamed that you hated them and stormed ou
>Taking a walk through your dusty little town to blow off some steam
>Grumbling and rambling to yourself as you walk down the sidewalk
>You kick a stone, and it rolls out into the street, sneering at it, you continue your way down the sidewalk
>Suddenly you come across a small cardboard box
>You bear your teeth, and without thinking, you kick the box with all your might
>"Owwies! Why huwt fwuffy?!" A voice screeches as a little red legless fluffy flies out of the box
>Your eyes widen in horror as the fluffy begins openly sobbing, squirming about helplessly on the sidewalk, obviously in pain
>You look around in panic, nobody is on the block, nobody saw that
>You quickly run up to the fluffy, picking it up
>It screams out in pain, you definitely shattered some of his ribs "Why owwie fwuffy?! Wha' fwuffy do! Fwuffy sowwy!"
>You try frantically to shush it, you don't want to garner any attention
>It won't listen, it just keeps sobbing
>You punch it in the face again, and again, and again, and again
>"Ah! No- Owwie! hit! Eghk! Fwu- Oiwwie! Fwuhuffy..." It cries out desperately
>"Pwease stop... No mo' hit fwuffy..." It whimpers pathetically
>"Hello?" The voice has gotten significantly closer
>The fluffy is still whining and crying slightly
>You close your eyes, grabbing the fluffy by the tail, you slam it head first into the wall
>With your weak child arms, you don't manage to kill it, but it isn't loud anymore
>Just twitching and whimpering
>You toss the half-dead fluffy into the trash can and desperately bury him in garbage
>"What's going on?" The voice asks as you slam the lid on the trashcan
>You turn around and your heart practically stops, it's a police officer
>You frantically try to explain how there were some fluffies in the alley you were hanging out in, but they scurried off
>The officer narrows his eyes at you and he speaks "...You do know abusing fluffies isn't illegal... Right?" He asks
>You shout to him that you would never ever hurt a fluffy, in a nervous squeaky voice
>He rolls his eyes "Right. Go on home, kid." he tells you
>Without a second thought, you sprint out of the alley as fast as you can
>You go right home, rushing inside, you hug your mother immediately, telling her and your father that you're sorry for fighting with them
>You don't get any sleep that night, you huddle in your bed in the fetal position, rocking back and fourth, snuggling your pet fluffy, telling him you love him
>Somewhere out there is the twisted remains of a legless fluffy who died alone, buried in smelly trash, alone, and in unspeakable pain