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She was so sore; she had been running all night. Running away from her pain and sorrow, she truly was a coward just like they said.

The girl shook her head and pulled herself out of her musing. Down the alcove she walked, just briefly casting a fleeting glance at the many artworks that adorned the walls. Most were mainly consisting of flowers and they smelled so heavy with paint, the girl thought that she would be over whelmed. But then again to any one including her they had a sort of comfort to them. Perhaps that was the reason that the old fea had so many of them.

Just as he said that shower was just down the hall, it seemed he had taken the liberty of starting up the shower for the girl.

She was grateful.

The girl entered the beige colored bathroom and closed the door quietly behind her. She turned to the shower and checked the water temperature but she stalled on getting undressed and cleaning up.

Her green eyes which had a touch of brown in them sparkled dimly as she turned towards the ebony rimmed body length mirror that rested on the back of the door.

A girl of 17 with weak eyes, a powerful body, and a pale face stared back at her. The girl slowly reached up her scratched arm to trace the scabbed over lines of pale red that were positioned all over her face. She winced in slight pain and tears came back to her eyes. When the first tear made its way down here face it took all the dirt with it and for the first time in a many days she was finally able to see just how much dirt had accumulated upon her body.

Her eyes glanced once more towards her thick red mane. A look of resolve crossed her face and she raised her hand. Willing her nails to elongate, just as she had done with her canines, she bunched all her hair together and swiped furiously at it. Piles of red hair fell to the floor and swirled around her bare feet. After some tweaking she shrank her nails back down, observing her self in the mirror once more.

Where it had once been thick and unmanageable her hair was now short, just slightly past her ears in the front and sweeping all the way up to the nape of her neck in the back. Her bangs were side swept in a full face frame.

Once picking up and tossing all of the hair on the floor into the waste basket she stripped herself of the plain t-shirt and breeches and hopped into the shower.
It was not long before she was done, memories of her past plagued her when she let her mind wander and one to many times she found that she had rubbed her skin raw in an attempt to cleanse herself of the many feelings floating just below her skin.

She did not wish to remember.

She dressed in the clothes that had been left for her, so similar to the ones she had worn just earlier before, and soon she was stumbling her way back down the alcove looking for an exit from the cottage.

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Outside it was hot and fresh, a fitting day for a day in the sun. The woods were alive with birds and various other animals. The old cottage nestled deep in the woods was surrounded by a poisonous herb garden and currently an old man was on his knees tending to it.