The pup sat at the bar listening to the music blaring in the club. Why was he here? did he even know why? He took a sip of the drink that the one who brought him here had left for him. He watched as she disappeared in the crowd. He turned around and let his head fall forward hovering above his drink. Why couldn’t he share what they had? all those people behind him pushed together dancing with out cares. He could never be one of them. He took another sip and layed his ears back as a faint whine crept out, why…why did he have to be like this…He could just go out there and dance but…he wouldn’t, he could never even leave his seat unless some one dragged him away. No one would notice him, no one would care…He tended to fade into the background of any picture, those that bumped him or knocked him over didn’t stop to help nor did they even apologise…He finished off the drink and stood up…he was going to at least try to be normal…But even before he could make it past the first row of people he was pushed to the ground…Instead of getting up or even asking for help he just layed there…tears stinging his eyes as people stepped on him and kicked him. Was it so bad that he wanted to be like them? He layed there even as he began to lose consciousness due to people kicking him in his head, he didn’t move…the last thing he saw before he passed out was His owner pushing people away and picking him up…”this one tried…but he failed…he is always going to be alone”…were the last things he said before he passed out