Chapter 22: I know you won't let anything hurt me

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(Big TW this chapters pretty gruesome)

Amity POV:

Through tears I follow a trail of blood and brown feathers leading outside

"Whose are these?" I say out loud

The night is cold and I shiver

"I wish I had a jacket right now" I laugh "if (y/n) were here she'd probably give me hers and pretend she isn't freezing too"

I stop in my tracks as I see she pieces of a shredded jacket, her jacket

I pick it up in disbelief, the blood soaked fabric dirtying my hands

"(Y/n)?!" I call out into the emptiness

I use a restoration spell and slip on the purple grudgby captain jacket

"(Y/n)?!" I call out once again

A horrible screech erupts from the core of the wood

I pull on her jacket and squint through the darkness before casting a light spell

"(Y/n), I'm sorry"

A tree cracks down not too far away and rumbles the ground beneath me

"I knew she was like that and I still pulled you to her, I was selfish"

Another tree snaps and a shriek runs up to the sky

I jump and my hands become horribly shaky as I inch closer to the noise

"(Y/n)? Are-  you okay?" I mutter

More bloody brown feathers appear on the ground before me

I see the figure of a girl in the distance

Her face too covered in blood and feathers to decipher the witch hidden underneath

I crouch to observe before I dive in

The girl seems to be fighting a brown feathery creature

It claws at her face as she yelps

Half the scream witch-like before it turns to the deadly screech I've been hearing

A claw tears at her face and she falls into a tree

The claw digs into the wood and shatters the thick tree is it's grip

It shakes and crashes down

"No, I don't want to be like this, I- I'm not a monster!"

"(Y/n)?" I whisper to myself

It snaps it's head towards me

I scream

I come to see the brown fluffy hair I've grown to admire

The bright green eyes that always give the me most genuine loving stares

The pointy toothed mouth that would often smile and laugh with me

The scarred face I can't even see anymore

I tear falls down my face as I freeze in fear

Her body mutilated

Her chest pumping up and down as she gasps for breath

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