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Red.
The only thing that can be deciphered in this empty room. Red splattered and covering the white tile walls and floors.
A girl with short wavy brown hair in a plain white sleeveless dress that stops at her knees.
I can't make out her eyes with her long bangs acting like curtains.
I look around the room. There's no door... No windows...
Just a hole in the ceiling with metal bars sealing it.
I felt a tug on my hand and look down to see the girl, her head pointed down. "Can you... please.... GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!" The girl's calm, quiet, and gentle voice morphed into one akin to a dying raven.
I suddenly lose all feeling in my body, I'm frozen in place as pain emits from my arm that the girl latched onto. "You're a bad girl...." she mumbled while ripping my dark sleeve.
My eyes widen as she began carving on my arm with her sharp nails, blood trickling down to the floor...
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Shooting up with a sharp gasp, I looked down at my left arm-the arm the little girl was mangling. I let out a scream at the sight.
Scott came running in with a bat. "What's wrong?!" He shouts. "Oh shit...." He breathes; lowering his bat and walking over to me.
My arm is covered in blood and so are my purple pillows. "What the hell... happened?" He manages to ask, touching my bloodied arm. I wince and take in a sharp breath and he quickly retracts his arm.
"I was having a nightmare... There was... this little girl... a room with no doors... and... I don't know..." I was trembling for the first time in years.
Scott helps me into the bathroom in his room to help clean the blood off. He was silent the whole time-not knowing what to say-but I understand. In his situation I would be the same.
Once we washed off all of the blood, there was no cut. No wound. Just... a scar.
I stared at it intensely. "What... the hell..." is all I can manage to say.
The scar isn't pretty. It ran up my arm-from the underside of my wrist, to all the way up to my collarbone.
My arm no longer hurts but from the look Scott's giving me, he's worried as hell. "Does it hurt?" He asked softly and I shake my head. "No but, how did I get this?"
He gives me a worry filled look. "I... don't know..." he answers sadly.
I can't stand that look so I change the subject. "How's the bite?" I ask, pointing to his side. The very side where his wound was bleeding from, which I had to help him clean. "Fine I guess, still hurts if I touch it. Come on; let's hide that bloody pillow of yours before mom wakes up. It's 3 in the morning."
Scott helped me wrap up the scar with gauze and I hid it with a long sleeve black and grey flannel. 'I'm going to have to buy make-up to cover up the scar on my collarbone now... great...' I mentally grumble as I jog alongside Scott-who's on his bike.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit on the handlebars?" He asks for the tenth time. "Yes Scott, I'm good. Plus we're here already." I roll my eyes as we made it to school grounds.
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L'il Red Riding Hood ~ Teen Wolf (S1) ~ Stiles Stilinski
Werewolf[Unedited] Amber McCain is Scott's amnisa suffering cousin. the last few years before she came to live with Scott and her aunt, his mother, gone without a trace from her mind. Though having a chunk of her life unknown to her did not slow her down, h...
