Bloodlust776

 Ellis shuffled down the basement stairs of his mother's house one afternoon, socked feet rubbing against the brown carpeting because he didn't bother to lift his feet higher than he had to. He had his grandfather's lunch in one hand; the other was on the railing. His mother's dog, Bull, accompanied him, taking up the space between his legs and the wall. He hated the days he had off because there was nothing to do but stay home with his grandfather, silent and non-existent, a hermit tucked away in the safety of his basement. Bull could only be taken on so many walks or play so many games of fetch. And all the food in the house tasted bland