I watch from the window as she lays in the grass. She looks content, looking at the cloudy sky. She has her hands above her head, showing off her stomach. There's a sickening dip between her stomach and ribs. You can see the line from each bone sticking from her pale skin. I feel sick and turn away. A moment later, when I look back, she's talking to someone.
A tall man, he looks to be in his late twenties. He has messy brown hair and pointed pupils. His eyes are a peculiar color, a dark orange.
I quickly run downstairs.
"I'm not supposed to talk to you," she's saying.
The man gives her a knowing look, "hey, I've had drug problems too. Look," he held out his arm, "I've got scars too. My mom used to keep me locked up. C'mon, let's get out of here and get you some food."
"I really can't," she's backing away, "David doesn't like it when I-"
I cut her off by grabbing her arm.
"She's fine here, thanks," I tell the man.
Another shapeshifter, a young boy with brown hair and playful amber eyes, runs from the trees. He sees my girl and his face immediately drops.
"Are you okay?" He asks her.
She nods. The older man narrows his eyes, "are you sure?"
She hesitates, and my grip on her arm tightens.
"Yes, I'm okay."
I quickly drag her inside.
"You stay away from those types of people, they're dangerous," I tell her, "I only keep you here so you're safe."
"Yes, sir."
