The Fountain Pen

Chichi's Death

The next day, I woke up and glanced at my desk. The Chichi picture was gone.
What? I thought. I set it right here...
Oh well, maybe my parents know where it is. Maybe they put it on the fridge or something.
"Mom! Dad!" I called as I searched about the house. "Do you know where my..." I stopped and stared at Chichi's cage.
Chichi was dead.
My eyes immediately welled up with tears, and I screamed. Chichi was only 2 years old. Aren't guinea pigs supposed to live longer than that?!
My parents came in the room.
"What's wrong?" my mom asked. Then she saw Chichi.
"I'm sorry", my dad said.
They didn't really know what to say, and neither did I.
I went back to my room.
Is this a coincidence? The day after I draw my guinea pig with my new pen, it dies.
It's got to be a coincidence. A terrible, sad coincidence.
It's just a coincidence, I told myself.