Time Turner

~ Chapter Twelve ~

~ Chapter Twelve: Keep Your Mouth Shut. ~

Updated on October 28th, 2015

~~ Connie Rogers ~~

Connie couldn't help but feel comfortable around the young girl next to her.

She seemed so sweet, however, she seemed to have a little bit of a dark aura around her; Making Connie feel a bit self conscious and paranoid. Something seemed to be keeping Connie where she was, telling her to stay talking to this girl because of how special she seemed to be.

The girl, Piper, was beautiful. Straight hair, reaching down to her mid-thigh and was brown and tinted gold. Her eyes seemed to change color from Turquoise Blue, to Sea Green, To a familiar Chocolate Brown. Her skin was nicely tanned, from being out in the sun, her lips were a dark rosy pink color, and to match up with everything else, she had very long eyelashes and perfect teeth. The girl was skinny, and had long legs to go with her body frame. She wore black leggings, with jean shorts over top, and a blue t-shirt which showed her stomach a little bit.

And although the girl was perfection, Connie couldn't help but notice the stitched up scars that were spread around her fragile-looking body. One of her scars rested on her left bicep, the wound was held together with blue thread. Another was on the side of her stomach, this one also held together with thread, but the color was green. On the corner of her upper lip, was a scar, not stitched, but obviously there. Another was on her bottom lip, still somewhat bleeding, but not too much, it was slightly pink, with a bruising blue color surrounding it.

These wounds and bruises reminded Connie of her husband, son, and daughter. Her husband being the aggressive-drunk he was, often beat her and her children. Her daughter, because of the scars that owned her after the car accident, and her son, Toby, for several different reasons. One, he couldn't feel pain, and Piper seemed to pay no attention to the scars and bruises covering her. Two, Toby had hurt himself plenty of times, Piper seemed to do the same thing. And three, Toby had a few scars of his own when he had killed his father and run off into the woods, and dying in a forest fire he had created.

The girl herself seemed to be around ten or eleven, and seemed to be frozen in shock as Connie replied to her question. What? What was it? Was the name familiar to the girl? Did she possibly know Toby? No. That was impossible. The incident had happened several years before she was born, and her son had died. No way could this girl be communicating with the dead.

Piper's mouth had been slightly gaped, her eyes wide, and the glowing color of her cheeks was now completely drained. Her breathing began to increase, and she began to fidget uncontrollably. Connie began to worry for the girl, who, would probably pass out any minute now from breathing so hard.

"Are you alright, dear?" Connie asked, placing a hand on Piper's shoulder.

"U-Um . . . Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine." Piper stuttered. Connie began worrying more, sure, the girl had a stutter before that, but it hadn't been that bad originally. No doubt, the name Toby Rogers had triggered something, and Connie was beginning to regret ever saying anything. Piper stood from her seat on the bench, hurriedly snatching a blue keychain labeled 'Karma' on it, and wrapping it around her neck. "I-I;m s-sorry, ma'am. But, I-I have t-to go. S-See you a-around!"

In a blur, Piper was gone. Running into the forest with her hair flying behind her. And that reminded Connie of something familiar, something she had seen happen several years ago.

Toby running into the woods.