Her

Chapter 8

Everytime she saw him her heart stopped and no one, but him knew way.

Rosalina closed the door as lightly and quietly she could before she started to run. She probably looked like a mad woman, noting that she was half naked and was running down a driveway. She turned off of the driveway and ran into the woods. She glanced at the large, tall trees as she ran by trying to find help. Wow Rosalina this was really thought threw She thought as she stopped to change her breathe.

It looked to be mid-afternoon and most of the sky was covered by the tree leaves. She sighed again before walking instead of running. Rosalina considers herself a waif. The only person she could really count as a friend was Camden and she was either drunk or to high to care about Rosalina and even if she wasn't Camden had her own problems to deal with.

Rosalina felt tears run down her face before hearing a loud crack behind her. She jumped up and covered her mouth when she saw him. He was about twenty feet away from her with a crazed look on his face. His black hair was a mess like he had just had a rough night and he was wearing the same shirt with bug guts on it.

Rosalina slowly stepped away from his view before seeing a climbable tree. She looked around before grabbing a branch above her head and lifting her foot up to another branch before monkeying her way up the tree. She was about four branched up when he grabbed her ankle and yanked her down. On the way down she hit her head on one of the tree branches. She glanced up and into his crazed eyes as he looked down at her.

They both had tears running down their faces, but both had different reasons.

He held out his hand and watched as she put her much small hand in his and then the two walked back to the house.

(Waif- a person without a friend or home)