Midnight_Shadow

It all started under a willow tree. On that dark night, two strangers formed an unusually divine friendship.  Scarlet Rose, a fiery girl with a sharp tongue like a whip.  Dillan White, a shy tiny boy with weight on his shoulders- more than he can carry. But the soon had to go their separate ways. Never to see each other again. Until the night of New Years. Under the willow- where they first met. One at the bridge of death. The other having a good life. Will they leave the willow together? Or leave each other once again?

Where Lavender's Blue Rang

"I have to do somethin' right away before you leave. I almost fergot!!!"


"You'll find out soon. Go to yer house." She sprinted away like her life depended on it.


I started home. I think it was at our curb when I heard the sirens near... my apartment complex?


I sprinted to the apartment. There were police cars and caution tape everywhere. There were detectives collecting stuff. I saw a police officer walk up to me.


"Have your parents hurt you or your sister?"


I looked up at the officers face. He had genuine concern swimming in his eyes.


"M-mother a-and f-father used to hurt Halley." I felt tears falling onto the road. "One night, they hurt her so much, it k-killed her..." I barely choked the words out before I fell to my knees. The wound reopened. The pain striking again.


"I am sorry child. If I only knew. You deserve nothing of this. Your parents have been charged with child abuse among other things. So, don't worry. They will never touch you again."


I followed him into the apartment room. There were broken beer bottles, everything was torn and broken, the lamp was broken, and the walls were scratched up and had patches of blood.


"We got a call accusing your parents with child abuse. So we came to check it out. And this is what we found along with this."


On the front, it said: For My King, Dilliy, Dilliy


I opened the binder it was overflowing with pictures of different times my parents abusing me with descriptions and dates under each photograph that filled the first half of the binder. The second half had my health records since New Years. A certain photograph caught my eye. It was me sitting under the willow. It said under it: When I first saw that he was hurting.


I started crying. Not like tearing up, like actually full blown crying.


"Every dot and scratch. Every letter and every paper."


"Sorry child, but we need to take the binder for a bit as a piece of evidence."


"No. Please don't." I was begging him practically.


" Sorry child, you can pick it up afterward in the office." He took it from my hands and walked off.


Oh, Scarlet. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you.


I walked out of the apartment and headed towards the police car that held my handcuffed parents. They looked broken and bruised. As if they were beaten up. Did Scarlet do that? For me?


My dad spotted me and screamed at the top of his lungs.


"YOU BITCH!! GET YOURSELF AND THAT GODDAMN GIRL OUT OF HERE. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACES AGAIN!!!!" I flinched.


Typical. My mom looked at me after that and I barely managed to catch what she said.


Sorry? Why now? I nodded at her and she smiled faintly.


Where would she go? To the park. Of course.


I sprinted to the park. I reached it soon. I frantically searched the park everywhere hoping to see a red haze of hair. Nothing. Not even a sign.


I remember searching for my red-headed savior that whole night.


I dragged myself to the apartment complex. I climbed the stairs to the door. It opened with a creak. I peered inside. I was half hoping she would be standing there barefoot with her smile and her red unbrushed hair and her torn up clothes.


Why? Why when she is gone do I have to love her? My heart ached. My knees buckled under me right there on the kitchen floor. I sobbed myself to a dreamless sleep. At least I can feel safe in this house...


Chapter 11