Timmy sat down at the foot of his bed. Feeling some of the dried blood on his stained sheets renewed with fresh blood. As you can already tell, young 17 year old, Timothy Deadman is not like other teens in Jacksonville Michigan. Timothy had one problem in life. His body was different. It was so different that all the females he tried to speak to would shreek in terror, all the males would simply laugh and point. Young Timmy, a Black Labrador Retriever has a very uncommon disease, known as,  Hutchinson Gilford Progeria Syndrome. The disease that causes his body to age 8 times faster than the normal living organism. Timmy let out a depressed sigh and leaned back on his bed, carefully, not wanting to hurt his aged spinal cord or have too many of his organs spill out of him. He watched the dark sky outisde, an orange border lined the horizon. "What is to come of someone as hideous as me?" he thought to himself, everyday of his life. He never understood. Why his body was so old. Why he was even born. And of course, what purpose would someone like him ever have. Young Timothy, had thick matted black fur, soaked in fresh and dry blood. The skin on his aged shins were completly gone, along with the jet black fur. Leaving only his scraped shin bones.
His shakey pelvic bone acted like a bowl to his rotting organs. Holding each one of them inside of it, which was alittle uncomfortable to him. His long spinal cord is completly visible to everyone, along with the bottom of his ribcage. The thick blood soaked fur on his chest, upper back, and shoulders barely clang onto his greasy rotting skin. His left arm was gone up to his elbow, which was also missing skin and fur.
His other arm, he was lucky to still even have. It was completly bare as well. Only his hand and shoulder had their skin still attached with patches of fur still on them. His neck is vulnerable to impact that lead up to his thick blood stained skull. His jaw looks as if it had been brutally ripped out, leaving his long wide tongue to hang from his upper throat. Every night he cried blood from the eye socket that had no eye to cry from. Only one eye cried true tears. Tears if sadness, depression, and the love he never was able to show. His fur was still just as matted on top of his head. One of his ears still remain, the other; gone. Leaving only a sun bleached piece of skull beneath it. Timothy was and never would be normal like he always wanted.
Sadly, the one thing he always wanted, could never be fulfilled because of how gruesome he truely was. His one and only true love, the magnificent, gorgous and beautiful meerkat teen: Persephone Myers.
She was so stunning in his "eye". But sadly, whenever he even got near her, she would simply scream and run away. Sometimes, she'd even throw things at him.
What he felt everyday of his life was what he The feeling of seeing parents cover their childrens eyes from his sight. The feeling of true love, but no one to share it with. And of course the feeling of having people stare at you, every second of your life in public and at home.
His aged heart throbbed as he lay in his bed. His long tongue flat against his old bone throat. Fresh blood, and globs of thick saliva seeped into the small area between his neck joints or slid around them. He could feel tears dripping from his eye and into his black matted fur. His fur being so sticky that his tears never even dripped onto his bed.
He could feel the blood on his body soaking into the bed beneath him. Then again, everywhere he walked, he trailed it behind him.
Some days, when Timothy was all alone, in his room, his door locked, and his lights out, he wondered... "What is to come of someone as hideous as me?".