Hannibal Lecter Wants a Bunny.

How Unfortunate. Chapter one, part two.

Mila's POV:
                  
                  As I hide in the closet, that's cramped and small. I suddnely freeze up and tears well up in my eyes, making my vision blurry. The reason for this is because I just heard my parents get shot, meaning they are most likely dead and I will never see them again. I will never have a warm hug from my mother again. I will never get to finish building my treehouse with my father. They are gone. I will never see them again. And it's all my fault. If only I wasn't born as a stupid bunny hybrid my mother and father would be alive and happy, living the life the deserve to have. If only I wasn't born. They could have had that.

I suddenly hear heavy footsteps searching the house. I have to escape. Unless I want to be killed, like my parents, then taxidermied. They would have died in vain then. I can't let that happen. I have to live. I have to prove that they didn't waste seven years of their lives on me, just to be killed in the end. I can't. I won't let that happen. I think of a plan. Any plan. That's when I feel it. A breeze coming from the window. It's slightly open. I just have to knock out the window net and i'm free. I have to act quick though I can hear the hunters footsteps getting closer.

Silently. I crawl out of the closet and to the window.I open the window up more and put my hands up to the window net and try to push it out put it doesn't work. I start paicking because I hear the hunters footsteps getting closer and closer. I resort to kicking and kick hard onto the window net. After three more kicks it finally pops out. But it makes a loud clashing noise, which I didn't account for when making this plan. Now I here the footsteps coming at me much faster. Beofre I know it the hunters are at my bedroom door, pointing their guns at me. I quickly jump out of the window and run through the woods quickly. I'm glad I grew up in these woods, I now how to get through the dense tries easily because of it.

I hear gunshots shoot at me, the bullets flying past me. The hunters are obviously useless when aiming. Ametures. I run and run, not bothering to stop and take a breath. It could be my last if I stopped running. The only thing good about being a bunny hybrid is that I can run fast, really. And I suppose, my good hearing and sense of smell. I'm lucking to have that. They help me survive. But everything else sucks really. Having to be scared for the rest of my life, always being the smallest out of everyone I know. Being easy to ignore, as if I don't exist. It hurts physically and emotionally to be who I am sometimes.

It makes me wish I could just end everything. I'm so tired of being scared. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of being small. I'm tired.

It's snowy and cold outside. The snow feels unpleasant against my feet. The icy air feels like burning in my lungs and hurts my nose when I breathe in. I didn't notie it before but I have tears running down my face. I try to hold them back but it burns my eyes when I do. It hurts to hold in my emotions.

I'm cold. I suppose, in a panic, I failed to wear appropraite attire. Only wearing an over-sized white long sleeved shirt, and black short-shorts. I wore it to bed last night thinking everything would be okay in the morning. I was wrong. I'm at least glad I was aware enough earlier to put on some shoes. Only a simple pair of black high-top converse. They're my favorite shoes, but are worn out from how much I wear them.

As I run I hear the hunters yells and gunshots grow further and further away. Am I finally free? Maybe so. But only for now. I don't think I can keep going any longer.