Hell ✔

one

Rowan was running away from hell.
And she was angry and thinking. Which wasn't a very good combination. She definitely wasn't near calm.

What do parents think when they are naming their children? She could never understand. Names of children nowadays  mostly sounded stupid to her. Bobo, Armani, Frooti, Sailor, Twinkle.

What the fuck.

Where they high on some shit while they were practically making the worst mistake of their lives that was going to brand the child till the fucking end.

Rowan was raging from a lot of things and that was just the beginning of it.

Why would a parent do that. What did they think they were going to get from doing that. A secret laughter between their partner of the name they had given their child? Or hoping their child will live up to that name and be feared/loved. Lord knows he was living up to his name.

Stopping from her walk that had turned into an angry stomp, she adjusted the heavy backpack she was carrying. Pushing the escaped strand of purple hair from her face, she looked towards the sky just as a pair of migrating birds moved in a flock towards the north. Where she was headed.

As the wind ruffled her hair again, she reached into her shorts pocket and found a rubber band and put it on her hand, messily tying her hair into a bun. And resumed her walk.

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Rowan was hungry. So, she stopped. Only when she did did she check the time. She had walked for six (6) hours straight. Not a surprise to her. She was used to walking far and on an empty stomach.

Setting her bag down, she stretched a few bones cracking as she did. Then she proceeded to set camp. Time to sleep. And then, she will set off early in the morning to her destination.

♡

She stood up at alert. And peered into the concealed darkness on the outside of her tent. She thought she heard something.

She stayed alert like that. Waiting to hear it again. It was some long minutes before she did. A rustle of leaves. Not putting on her flashlight so as to go undetected, she stealthily unzipped her tent. As she was doing so, it got stuck. The zipper got caught on the tent material and she had to forcefully yank it hard causing the noise to be heard in the now still night. She stopped holding in her breath. Wondering if the intruder was close or had left. She could only hope.

When she didn't hear anything again for a while, she had an inkling it had left. Probably had been a curious  animal come to investigate her temporary shelter. Then she  remembered she still had the tiny bonfire she had built burning.  That could also attract unwanted attention.

Feeling safe, she started to get out of her tent to put it off. Until she tripped at he feet of a human? Because it was two boots-clad feet she had had her forehead planted on. Rubbing her forehead from the hard hit, she raised up her face to the intruder. Smack dab on a devilish smirk.

"Aw, Hell." she swore loudly.

Author's Note:
*Clears throat.* New book. Might be a short story though. You never know.
Please comment and vote. I'm feeling it so another chapter should be up in a bit. ♡