My Cat, chapter 1

I woke up that morning after my late night out at the bar and had a horrible headache. I went downstairs to find something to take to make this feeling go away. I decided to make some eggs for me and my dog that everyone was always trying to tell me died years ago. I always knew that they were lying though. I mean, even Billie tried to tell me that, and we've been best friends for years. I guess sometimes even your friends turn on you though. I put some eggs on a plate and put the rest in his dog bowl, he went over and sniffed it but he didnt seem to be that interested.
"Mmmmm...not that hungry today boy?" 'I should call Billie.' I thought to myself. I watched SpongeBob for an hour on tv and then got bored. I went up to my guitar room to play something. I walked up the stairs and entered a room painted in one sold color, black. I picked up my Fender and started playing random chords.
"BLUEBERRY!" I screamed. My dog pushed the door open with his nose and I stopped playing.
"You're right Bruno, I still need to call Billie." I walked down stairs to the phone, Bruno followed. I dialed Billie's house. He picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey BJ."
"Oh, hey kid."
"I've been needing to ask you something."
"Sure, you know that you can tell me anything."
"Yeah, I know, that's why I've been needing to ask you..." The power went off.
I heard a knock at my door, and a window break uptairs...