Chapter 9

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After what seemed like hours, i got up and stretched. I was still in the weird cabin, in what looks like the middle of the woods. Well, its night, creepy and dangerous outside where many wild animals and serial killers could kill me, i have nothing to lose, so i'm going to try and find my way home.....

I walk out of the room where i had been the whole time, walking down the creaky steps. As i went out the door, i immediantly hear an owl close by.....God No! I quickly run out, not wanting any of them to see me. I keep hearing them, everywhere! I begin to get a stitch in my side, i'll just rest on this tree for a few moments. Panting i look at my bare feet, so dirty its black. Blood stains it from all the rocks and prickles ive been running on. I pull some out. i could of sworn i had some on before. Maybe Jeff or....The Rapist took them off.

I get knocked out of my thoughts by a light flutter off wings, then a crunch of leaves beside me. Then a hoot....of an owl. I'm to scared to move. My eyes linger towards it and flashes of that day came to me, i screamed and bawled into tears. Blood. Blood everywhere.

"Miss. Tyler!" I hear something call out. I hesitantly open my eyes and see, who i was hoping to be jeff, one of the police officers that questioned me in the school. Its Officer Philips, but without a uniform. I didn't really see it before, but....he looks really cute. He must only be about 18-19. Must be a rookie/roocie/i dunno.

I stay silent, just going back into my little ball and crying until I feel a hand on my foot....wait....thats not a hand. Its a claw. The. Owl. Is. Touching. Me. And guess what I do?

Scream at the top of my lungs and run behind the tree, shaking and hiccuping. Finding it hard to breath. Since when are owls that trustworthy!? And why show it to me?!

"Miss. Tyler?!" I hear again. Shutup you dick i wanna be alone!, i think to myself. "Now, now calm down - may i call you Scarlett?- and just tell me whats wrong...." I hear Officer Philips say. "Oh my god did I say that outloud?!" I gasped. I hear faint chuckling.....reminding me of Jeff.

"Yes. Yes you did Miss. Tyler...." He says, coming closer while I can't see him. "C-call me Scar...." I reply. Theres silence for a while until I hear more crunching of leaves and twigs right next to me....

《Terrances/Officer Philip P.O.V》

《if your wondering why i got such a strange name, i was watching southpark while writing and it was a terrance and philip epidode.....》

I walked around the tree. I was just going for a midnight stroll until i heard screaming and i ran to it. Only to find Miss. Tyler. Or Scar as she says. I lifted my hands towards her so i can touch her shoulder in a comforting way. But as soon as i reached my hand out, she flinched away ducking her head and using her arms as a sheild. Did she think I was going to hit her?! She, after a 10 seconds, hesitantly placed her arms down and glanced up at me.

I had looked into her records, of why she went into an asylum. She killed her own parents. But what they did to her is awful! They deserved it! But no one believed her. I do believe her, no one else does. Poor thing. I sighed, "I'm not gonna hurt you Scar"

"I-i knew th-that!" She stuttered...wow...fail.

"So thats why you flinched back and put your arms up as a sheild?" I smirked. She blushed, not replying. Well shes a talkative one! "Why were you screaming and crying??" I ask. "I'm scared of o-owls?" She said, more like asked. I just nodded, not believing her. I could barely see the girl, as she was blanketed in the shade. I stepped into the moonlight asking her to follow. She obeyed, but hesitantly. She seemed so scared. She walked into the light and what I saw shocked me.....

Bruises, Scars, Cuts everywhere. Her arms where just as bad. And he face! A busted lip, black eye. The bridge of her nose had split. She had blood at over her face. Her nose was broken, too late to heal. Blood clogged her hair. And I looked at her arms again. The thin white lines barely visible from the blood covering her on het wrists. She didnt do it. It was her parents. I looked at her fingers, it looked like only a few werent broken. How did this happen?! Who did this to her?!?!

"What happened?!?!" I demanded. She looked at me, confused then realized where my eyes where then jumped into the shade once more. "I-I.....sleepw-walk?" She replied. "Your questioning that and no one can get in this bad a state while sleeping!!" I yelled, as she flinched. I should shut up.

Silence surronded us and an owl flew over head, hooting. I always loved owls. But Scar....not so much. I hears her scream and duck as if it was a crocidile in the air darting towards her. She wasnt scared of owls. Something must of totally set her off to make her like this. And I told her just that.

"You wouldnt believe me anyway!" She hissed. "Try me!" I retorted. She looked at me then burst into tears. I quickly sat next to her, rubbing her back and comforting her. Poor thing!

"O-okay well.....my parents did one nice thing for me, then i realised why they did." She whimpered, "They bought me two owls, Snow ans Shadow. One was black, the other was white. You can guess who was who. Well shadow always bit me, scratched me and pecked at me and was practically like a crow or vulture. I loved Snow, she was so sweet and kind and cuddly and affectionette. One day i was in my basement/room and I had Snow on my arm, hooting and being the little cutey she was. Suddenly the door flew open and i saw my dad with something behind his back. Suddenly he pulled it out, and I saw it was a hammer. I was scared, i thought he was going to hurt me with it. But he did something worse, that hurt me inside. He got the hammer and smashed snow in the head and continued this as blood flew everywhere. I was drenched in it. He ran upstairs and Shadow, knowing Shadow was cruel and hurt me. He covered me in bird/owl food and then placed shadow on my arm and locked the door." She finished tears pouring down her face.

She showed me her arms and legs, some peices of her were missing! Like chunks gone. Obviously from her parents and shadow.....I can't leave her out here. I know where to take her.....

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