"The hidden truth" part 2

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( Second part since it was requested basically, I tried my best to do what I can to make this story interesting. So Enjoy. )

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"M-Mr. Hanson. . ? What's going on in here?" Sierra hesitantly walked in the counselors' office, her skin turning into a ghost pale white as she sat down on the chair between her parents. 

Her mother, Harper, glanced over to Sierra then back to Mr. Hanson as she crossed her arms. Mr. Hanson cleared his throat as he pushed his chair back and opened a drawer full of student files, Sierra was trembling softly as her stomach sank, seeing her folded and several others being pulled out.

Sierra looked down to her knees, not wanting her parents to look at her as she began to hear laughter in her head. She whimpered as ringing suddenly filled her head as she could see the counselors mouth moving but couldn't hear a word. 

Sierra soon quickly got up and ran out of the room, her mother calling her out but she ignored it, tears streaming down her cheeks as she soon pushed the front doors open and ran out of the school. She soon reached the forest near her school, running deeper in the woods until she soon paused.

She slowly looked around as she saw no opening from where she came from. She panicked as she heard her name being called by her parents, instantly regretting her decision and tried to run back to where she ran from. 

Sierra kept running but the woods looked the same, her mother and fathers calls and cries going more quieter as she panicked more. 

"Mommy! Daddy! Please don't stop calling me!! Please! I'm sorry!!!" Sierra cried out as she running until she screamed, the grass below her collapsing and swallowing her whole as she fell back onto a rock, hearing a loud snap from her lower spine area as she screamed. 

She fell on her side, tears now streaming profusely as she cried from the burning and intense pain, unable to move as much as she liked. She was unable to move her legs a lot as she started to hyperventilate, remembering the way he threw her to the grass from behind the school building, the way it made her scream in intense pain as he kept thrusting himself into her small and fragile body. 

She cried silently as she remembered the many touches and scars she received and made, wanting to kill herself but couldn't make her parents face another child's death. 

She choked on a sob as the pain started to slowly calm down, a small hand touching her shoulder, flinching as she glanced over to the figure. 

A small boy was staring down at Sierra, his shirt and dark pants ripped and ragged as he continued to stare at Sierra with his blank blue eyes. Sierra coughed as she looked up at, what she assumed to be by height, a seven year old boy. 

"W. . Who are you?" Sierra coughed out but the little boy hushed Sierra, lifting his index finger lifting over to his lips as he then glanced up from the hole Sierra fell from. He soon slowly pulled his hand away from his lips as he heard Sierras parents calls growing louder by the second. He looked down at Sierra, her eyes slightly widened but was going heavy as her vision was blurring, the boy waving his goodbye before Everything went black. 

Sierra slowly woke up in the hospital, groaning in pain as she looked around the bright and blinding white room. She noticed her wrists and forehead wrapped by the many white bandages, as well as a card or two that said "get well soon" along with some balloons attached to the hospitals night tables leg. 

She sighed, noticing the unbearable pain was gone and she was able to move again, she smiled a bit as she teared up. She soon nearly screamed as a sudden green balloon floated over to her with a small note attached to the string of the calm and almost deflated balloon. 

She hesitantly grabbed the note and read it as she covered her mouth with her hand, tears rolling down her cheeks from shock, as she felt hard shivers down her spine. 

" Get better soon Mrs Hayes. I hope I fixed your spine just in time before you met my body and fate at the same time. Goodbye. 

- Joshua Evergreen "

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