If you are born in 2078, the worst year ever imagined. You probably got one of us, protectors, we take animal form but have always been guardian angels. Sometimes we are killed protecting our assigned body and return to heaven, but not for me. The person I was assigned thinks I’m her dog not her protector, I am not allowed to protect her. Instead I stay in a crate all day, I’ve told her but she doesn’t care. This is my first day of journaling my emotions in my mind. I don’t know how much longer I can last before going insane.