The O.H.F

Chapter 3: Everyone Knows

Taylor POV:

I sit waiting to be interrogated by the police. Describe my attacker in full detail. How could i ever forget what or who he was. His chin line broad, massive muscles, that flex when he pushes down. I watched them as he pushed harder and harder out of my control pinned to the ground. Its like it was happening right there at that moment, like I was reliving it. It was a dreadful memory i will forever hold on to. I went to the hospital they say i fractured some ribs, spraigned my ankle, and bruised my spline, but nothing to worry about.

"Mrs.Denny, we are incredibly sorry and cannot imagine what has happened to your daughter. We will capture the creature that did this."

"That's all you re going to do!" I could hear my mom arguing and yelling at the officers. Its funny how they call him a creature, when all he is, is human. I saw someone there. I don't remember much but I could recognize the facial shape and the hair something about the hair. I cant quite put a picture to it, i remember my attackers torn off laying in the leaves. Then with a quick swipe he was gone. His shoe is still there, big size 12 feet, brown and blue with white stripes. I can never forget nor be the same girl I was before. We drive home, not a word spoken. I get out of the car and run to my room. I begin to get ready for school. A million things running through my mind. I put on some baggy sweat pants, and a big shirt of Victors that he had let me borrow but i never returned. I grab my bags and books and being walking. I see the path i took and quickly change directions. I kept having weird flashback all throughout the day. Just then my favourite class was next, I rush in to it hoping to see Ed sitting smiling at me. Instead, theres no Ed and all im getting is looks of pity and despair. I hate pity, it makes me feel like a victim of everything bad that has ever happened to everyone. I take my seat and begin to draw. "Good morning class, how is everyone today?" Mr.Lockwood says, with his eyes directed at me. I look back down and continue to draw. "Taylor, how are you?" 

"Im fine Mr.Lockwood."

Just then he walks in. "Sorry im late, I had to walk here." His eyes, filled with sorrow as he shot a stare towards me. "Go take your seat please Mr.Sheeran." He slowly walked towards me, something in his footsteps, in his slight slouch down and to the left seemed all to close. He was injured. From what? I dont know. From whom? I dont know, but him and i walked very alike after the incident. When he sat down he looked over and smiled at me, slowly he looked down at my drawing. His eyes lit up with fear. I turned my head down to see what i had done. I dropped my pencil and a tear rolled down my cheek.