Freak.

Nine

Hello there officers. I'd like you to put this little message on the news. I want everyone's ears to be filled with this information, because everyone who doesn't follow this one simple rule will be dead. It's simple really, all they have to do, is not call me a freak. It's rather easy. But if one soul so much as whispers the word 'Freak' or any insult associated with the word, I shall slice their throats and slit the word into their forehead. Good luck, hopefully you all will have enough brains to listen to my warning.

I watched the news. They did well to air the note.

The streets are empty. Dead silence fills the once busy streets of Glenglow. The occasional car passed, and police were waiting at every corner. I walked the empty streets for a while. Then decided to go back to the forest.

I've grown familiar with the forest scenery. I could identify where I was in the forest with my landmarks, things like oddly shaped rocks, giant trees that seemed to hold up the sky, and small trees that never seemed to grow. Then I found my tree. It's one of the larger ones, but it doesn't stick out like others. I chopped into it and made a hole. Just my size. The hole is hidden in leaves, so if any officers decided to pass by, they wouldn't notice me soundly sleeping inside. I climbed it's strong branches and snuggled into the home I've made. To keep me warm, I took a few blankets from my home when I got the chances to sneak some back. I looked out at the moon. It wasn't quite full yet. I felt my eyelids get heavy, and I slowly drifted off to a deep sleep.

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Hello there people reading this, hoped you liked this incredibly short chapter (sorry about that) but at least you know what the note says