Meet Me Deep In the Forest -By the Willow Tree-

*Part of Story*

I crawl over to the relaxing stream and look at the moonlit reflexion. But the person who stares back at me, isn't me. She has the same flaming red curls, the same height, but what I see isn't who she was a year ago. Instead of the light blue eyes with speckles of gold that could light up anyone's day, is a dark blue pit. A hole, that is filled with anger, confusion, and hurt. Her face is shallow. This thing is in pain. Her bruises and scars show on her arms.

I don't know this person.

*Real Description*
Scarelott lives with her parents and her little brother, Oliver, or Ollie. They are very close, but when her parents, Neil and Molly start to have troubles with the bills, things start to go downhill. They get into drinking problems, and now they are abusing their children. When Red (Scarelott) can't take it anymore, she runs away. She is seventeen years old, and knows only one place that she can stay. Deep in the forest, by the willow tree.

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10. Walk With Niall

Harry smirks while chuckling. "Sure thing," he states while walking away with the rest of the boys. But I quickly notice Niall lagging behind throwing glances my way.

"Are you going?" I ask him. He jumps and blushes sheepishly.

"Oh, uh, well can I go back with you?" He says with a glint of worry in his crisp blue eyes. I smile at him.

"Of course. I would love the company," I tell him. He immediately looks relieved. We start to slowly trudge ahead. There is an awkward for the first ten minutes. After a few more moments, I can't take it anymore.

"So, do you, like, want to play twenty questions or something?" I ask him. He smiles at me.

"Sure. I'll ask one, we both answer, then you ask one and we both answer until we get to twenty?" 

"Sounds great. Ask away," I tell him as I look ahead towards the wilderness in front of me.

"Hmm," he continues,"What's your full name?"

"Scar Ember Berlyn. Yours?" I ask.

"Niall James Horan."

"Okay, so what do you do for a living?" I question him.

"I own an auto shop with the rest of the boys. What about you?" he says with a questioning look.

I laugh. "I am a cashier at Starbucks." he laughs with me.

"Very fulfilling," he states sarcastically.

I hit him on the arm playfully. "I'm just working there until I have enough money to get through. So shut up," I tell him. He holds his hands up in surrender. 

"Ok, ok, ok. Uncle!" I laugh as we continue to walk while playing twenty questions. 

"Favorite thing to do in free time?" he asks me. I instantly respond.

"Photography. I love the way how you can take a moment in time, and you have it to constantly look at and remember that day. Like if you take a picture of a tree, every time you look at you'll feel the way you felt while taking it, hear the birds chirping in the distance, the smell of fresh flowers in the air. If there wasn't photography, I wouldn't be here," I shrug at him,"So what about you?" 

He looks at me in awe before continuing. "I love to sing. It just helps me put my emotions in place. The way I feel I spill out onto the song. Like you said, if music wasn't here, neither would I." he smiles at me.

I smile back at him as I look ahead, seeing my little cave. "Well, here we are." I say while pointing towards my rock haven ahead of me.

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