Really really old short stories I've made in my school years

The Willow Tree

Hollow Vine. That's her name, her new name. Born into the rich Rose family and running away at the age of 8 to the forest nearby. She changed her last name, ashamed of being the daughter of practically a King and Queen. Abused for the 8 years before running, scars littering her scrawny frame. Pale from running for 16 years almost, her 24th birthday coming up on April 30th, never knew her real birthday, so made one herself. Now, her personality, cold and unforgiving, never trusting with her name. She's a cold hearted killer, never saying any words before blood lust strikes. She hates doing it but she can't stop, insanity controls her. She gets this feeling of completion and pleasure in seeing people struggle for dear life and bleed out. Speed and stealth, things so small but she's so good at them.
"Why do you need to live if you'll die anyway?" Her famous catchphrase. Her mind is clouded with torture and pain, every muscle burning with anticipation for and after the kill.
But, there's a catch. She's afraid of everything and almost everyone. That's the problem. Her fear. Her legs start to buckle, her hands start to shake and she goes paler than ever.
She can't do It.
Her own consciousness won't let her. She's stuck, she's locked in this one room like a dark shadow trailing behind their solid counterpart. Her ability to forgive or forget. That is a fear.
That is an illusion..It has to be..But it feels so real.. That's what she said.
That's what she always said,
She can't
She won't
She hasn't.
She hasn't tried to get out of this room, she won't try because she might do something wrong. She can't do it because she's stuck in her own world. She's stuck in every fantasy she wants to happen.
Her eyes shot open and she sat up from the cold, hard floor of her cave. Her mind swirled with thoughts. All thoughts with unknown answers.
"Just a dream..Just a nightmare."She muttered to no one and sighed, taking the old, small rugged piece of cloth she found in the dumpster while looking for something to cover her as she slept through the cold nights of harsh rain and hail. The cold, humid air hit her pale skin, sending goosebumps up her arms and down her spine. Satisfying cracks and pops were heard from her bones as she stretched and stood up. The sound of skin hitting rock and dead leaves, the crunch echoing throughout the empty cave.
Water dripping from the entrance of the cave that slowly slid down the pale complexions of Hollows face, who started to walk out, running her slender fingers through her hair. Think of it as a makeshift comb, but no needles. She started coughing, looking around the dense forest she called home, willow and birch willow trees surrounding her line of sight, smoke and engine roars that were like lions roars, echoing in her ears, making her internally panic. She ran out, running to the sound with her hands in her ears, leaves softly fluttering down. Sure, it was autumn but the leaves were still green, the edges slowly crisping with the familiar brown, dark amber colour.
"What's going on?!" Her voice rang out, but being drowned out by clanks and rumblings of the machines, like they were real. She froze, her blue and hazel eyes widening. Trees lying on the ground, looking lifeless with the branches scattered around, broken. The screeches of panicked birds rang out in the now smoky air, making Hollow run behind a tree, The rough bark scraping against her goosebump filled skin.
A scream, deep and manly, screaming to the machines to stop, which did nothing. The machines rumbles and grumbles quieted down, the words the man were saying made its way to Hollow's covered ears.
"Why are you doing this?!" The man asked.
Hollow peaked her head from the corner of the tree, her left eye not able to see due to the bark. The man, light caramel skin, fit body, tall and with short, brown hair, yelling out that made her slink away in fear. Hollow's heart started to beat faster, her breathing was harder to execute and her body started to tense. The sounds of leaves crunching and sticks starting to break as the man started to back up against the tree Hollow hid behind. Sweat dripped down the scared girls face, hugging every divot and curve of Hollow's face.
The machine roars stopped, the movement of the man stopped, everything in time seemed like it stopped.
An exhale from the machines broke the silence than hung in the air, boots hitting metal then words.
"We are instructed by the government to chop down half this forest for housing, it is a mandatory thing. The only thing we can do at the moment is postpone the destruction, but it will happen, no matter what you do, Sir." A voice said, calm and composed, but firm and strict with their words. The caramel skinned man sighed, pressing a hand to his temple
"Fine, when will the postponation end?"
Hollow just started to run, hands gripping her chest as the weight was lifted. She could breathe again, her limbs felt like they could move again.
Then, her foot caught a tree root, sending her tumbling down
And down.
And down. Down until her trembling body hit the cold, hard earth, which made her gasp for air for her empty feeling lungs. The man, who had turned to where Hollow had hid, started to see what the sound of gasps and ground breaking away was. That's when he saw Hollow, bruised and bloody, gasping for the much needed air she needed. He could hear her lungs screeching and yelling for air.
"Are you alright!?" The man yelled, making the bleeding girl look at him. She froze, the stare the man had of worry and confusion making Hollow panic. She tried to scramble away but failing in the end, hissing in pain from her throbbing ankle.
The man slowly started to go down to her, Cautiously holding a hand out. Hollow continued to try and scramble away, but failed anyhow. The sheer pain just stopped her from moving.
"D-Don't touch me!" She yelled, But it was to no avail as the man still cautiously walked closer.
"I just want to make sure you're okay.." He said softly, kneeling in front of her. He softly took the throbbing ankle and wrapped it up in his jacket. Hollow flinched when he touched her ankle,making her groan in pain.
"Don't move..it won't hurt if you don't move.." The man said softly, letting Hollows ankle go.
"There, You should be alright.."The man mumbled to no one in particular. Hollow just pushed herself away from him.
"G-go away.." Her voice shook, her body shaking.
"G-Get out.."Her voice cracked, making the man shake his head and stayed kneeling.
Hollow tried to kick him away, then sheathed and hissed in pain. She tried and tried and tried, but became a tearstained face instead of an empty area of ground with her lying on it.
The man softly rubbed away her tears, a concerned smile resting on his face."I'm George Witherbottom, may I ask your name?" George said softly, his calloused hand resting on Hollow's beaten up face. She didn't flinch, or kick or even move a muscle to get George away from her.
She couldn't move considering her body was frozen in fear, flashbacks flipping in her mind, from crying, to running, to falling then back.
"I-I'm no one you need to know.."She whispered, her voice rough and dry. She slowly came to her senses and pushing herself away from George.
"We can meet under this tree..This willow tree..You won't be able to move or walk because of your ankle,"George started, Hollow looking at her now swollen ankle,
"I'll come back with food and water..Just let me help.."George whispered, slowly standing up and leaving.
....
It's been months, from September all the way now to the middle of March, through winter and now upcoming spring. Flowers slowly blooming, rain shining and glistening off of new green leaves, grass blades and bark of willow to birch willow trees.
Hollow, skin glowing with life and eyes bright, slowly standing up by herself. George smiling and standing by Hollow to make sure she didn't fall.
"I..I Did it George.."She whispered, Shaking slightly. The crutches George brought two months ago now lying against the tree, the willow tree. The tree George had walked back and forth from, just to help Hollow.
She turned to the now smiling George. The one foot after another until she was right in front of him.
Her arms flung around him, her face in George's shoulder while she just tightened her grip.
"Thank you..Thank you, Thank you, Thank you George.."She whispered, her eyes closed.
George slowly wrapped his arms around her.
"Not once have you told me your name..I still helped" He whispered, A smile grazing his lips.

"My Name..is Hollow Vine"