#harrypottter

 A girl with long, jet black straight hair and beautiful sea green eyes that would change to a dark forest green if she got angry. She had no blemishes and hardly any scars on her face, she had a few freckles scattered along her skin but they were hardly noticeable. Her skin was always glowing clear and was smooth to touch. Her smile seemed to be perfect and bright, as well as infectious to a few people. She wasn’t short, she was average height with a beautiful figure. Curves in every right area. Nothing too visual under her robe which had always seemed to be slightly too big for her hands. 

She was as clever as the devil and as twice as pretty. Everything she does comes from within. From dark impulse. I guess that’s what makes her so thrilling to watch. So dangerous. Even perfect at times, but also so damn destructive. She will not dance on edge with you. She’ll push you off then jump with a smile on her face.

Do as she says, and your life might just be spared. 

She may look like your ordinary Hogwarts student but there are some dark secrets behind those sea green eyes and her bright smile. 

If you were one of the idiots that thought this girl couldn’t cause trouble then you have thought wrong. She is heartless, cold, deadly, troubled, violent, chaotic, destructive, mischievous and sinned.  

Don’t underestimate her. She may be 5ft 5 and have bright sea green eyes, soft and smooth skin, an adorable laugh, a strong and smart mind, small and delicate hands, a cute smile and a soft voice when spoken but behind all things small and wonderful is something so much darker.

Her height of 5ft 5 somehow made her seem intimidating to others if they crossed the line, those outstanding sea green eyes could turn dark and burn into anyone's skin with distaste, her adorable laugh would change into a chuckle that had “chaos” written all over it, her strong and smart mind would be used to her advantage and she would shatter every piece of their ego. Her small and delicate hands would become heavy and strong if she needed to fight. Her cute smile would twist devilish and behind it you could see that she was planning something mischievous and her soft voice would turn harsh if she raised it. 

She could be mean as heck, sweet as sugar, evil as hell, cold as ice, or loyal like a soldier. It all depends on you. You are either on her side, by her side, or in her way. Choose wisely. She came into the world screaming and kicking, covered in someone else blood, she has no problem going out that way. The more silent she is, the more dangerous she can me. She came from hell, returning is like a family reunion. 

She has flowers in her hair, demons in her head, adrenaline in her veins, madness in her mind, love in her soul and a storm in her heart. She will mess you up with no hesitation. She is a whole bunch of hot psycho. No one in Hogwarts would dare look at her the wrong way. 

She’s just a little girl with a crazy attitude, and a desire for aggression. 

Bailey was sat in the small, abandoned and cold cabin in the middle of some thick woods. She was sat at the breaking table with her chin in the palm on her hand and her eyes on the life outside the shattered window. A small cut on her lip, a cut on her forehead and bruise on her cheekbone from a previous fight she got into. 

She looked away from the window and down at the letter from Hogwarts which was from a certain boy with blue mesmerising eyes and hair white as snow. The letter read;

Dear Coleman, 

I know your probably no where near done, but I needed to write to you. I needed to make sure you’re okay. Well, I need to know that you’re alive. I couldn’t think of a world where your not here. You were never suppose to mean this much to me; I was never supposed to fall so hard. But you know what? I did, and that's the truth, that's what keeps me holding on because it hurts like hell trying to let you go. I just wish you were here so I could tell you how much I need you and how hard everyday has been without you. 

There’s a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t like you as much as I do but... I can’t think of one. I don’t want to. It hurts me the most because I know we won’t be able to be anything other than enemies. We’ve been brainwashed to hate each other but... I guess there’s something stronger than manipulation. Please, stay safe, be careful out there. 

- Malfoy. 

Bailey shook her head slightly as she let out a shaky sigh and swallowed a lump in her throat. She picked up a piece of cream coloured paper from the dusty and rubble floor and straightened it out on the table. Bailey grabbed the closest object to write with and started writing her letter in response. She wrote a few single sentences that would break his heart. She didn’t want to break his heart or hurt him in any way. Once she finished writing the last word, she dropped the utensil on the table and folded the letter. She slid the paper into an envelope and walked out the room and towards the fire place. She grabbed a piece of string from the mantle piece above the crackling orange fire and looked down at her dinosaur bone and meteorite ring which was plated with silver. She twisted it around her middle finger before tugging it off with a bit of struggle. She laced the ring onto the string and tied it at the end to form a loop. She put the make-shift necklace into the envelope and pulled the sealing flap down. 

She grabbed an orange candle stick and crouched down in the floor before dropping the letter onto the pile of dust. Bailey glanced at the burning fire before she reached her hand out to touch it. An ember landed on the palm of her hand and before Bailey could hiss in any kind of pain, a single yellow flame was in her hand. She held onto the candle stick with the hand with the flame and waited for the end to start melting and the wax dripped onto the seal of the envelope. Once there was a decent amount of wax on the paper, she dropped the candle stick and ripped a charm off of her bracelet and pressed it into the wax to seal the envelope. After a few seconds, she pulled the charm off and tossed it onto the ground before her thoughts got interrupted by the sound of glass smashing coming from the kitchen. 

Bailey grabbed the letter and hesitantly stood up as she started cautiously walking towards the kitchen. Bailey looked around before putting her hand on her Blackthorn wood wand, ready to draw at any danger. She hesitantly pushed open the door to find an owl with the feathers of an autumn sunset, flying around, knocking over glasses and cups. 

Bailey-”Dexter”

It looked at Bailey until it came in contact with a wall and fell to the floor. Bailey rolled her eyes while taking her hand off her wand and walked over to the owl. 

Bailey-”What am I going to do with you?”

The owl stood up onto it’s feet again and spread it’s wings. Bailey smiled slightly and ran her finger down it’s body. The owl carefully took the letter from Bailey’s grasp and flew out the window and went on it’s way to Hogwarts. 

Back at Hogwarts, everyone was still sat in The Great Hall, eating breakfast. Only Draco seemed to notice how long the day’s have been. How tired he’s been getting from the day’s dragging on. But, no matter what, he could never get a good nights sleep. He was always bothered by something. People were engulfed in conversations and it was like no one even remembered Bailey existed. They got taken away from their socialising by someone pointing out the owls flying through with the mail. Everyone looked up with their hands out, waiting for something to be dropped in front of them. Ron and Hermione got their usual mail form their parents and Harry borrowed Ron’s standard newspaper. 

Seamus-”Hey, isn’t that Bailey Coleman’s owl?”

The golden trio and the students around them looked up at the gorgeous coloured owl gliding through the room. 

Harry-”What’s it doing here? She never get’s mail. Ever”

Ron-”Maybe she’s delivering”

Hermione-”Everyone here hates her. Who would she be delivering to?”

Ron shrugged his shoulders as he looked back at his letter and Hermione and Harry mirrored his actions. Draco got taken aback when the owl landed in front of him. Draco took his hand away from his face and hesitantly grabbed a hold of the other end of the envelope while the owl gently let go of the paper. The owl flew up into the air and followed the rest of the owls out of the castle.

Draco looked down at the paper and carefully opened it. He pulled the folded paper out of the envelope and unfolded it to read. His eyes were full of joy but that quickly changed when he read those few single sentences that broke his heart. 

Dear Malfoy,

The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.  One day, this pain will make sence to you.

- Coleman

He swallowed a small lump in his throat as his body ached. He felt sick to his stomach as his chest tightened. He looked around The Great Hall and to his luck, he saw no one looking in his direction. He was happy that no one could see the pain in his eyes. He went to put the letter back in the envelope but felt something inside. He pulled the string out and on the end saw Bailey’s ring she’s worn since she was five-years-old. The ring was a prize possession. It was the only thing left of her fathers. The only thing she had of his, to remember him by, was now in Draco’s hands. He twisted the ring in his fingers a few times before closing his hand around it and letting out a shaky breath.

________________________________________________________________This is Part 1 of a short story I’m working on. Again, I’m writing this with 1 follower. Which, I was very excited to receive so, thank you! Uh, if you would like to read this, then please do and tell me if you like it, lend tips if they are needed. I’m currently working on Part 2. This is not a requested piece of work, this is me writing out of pure boredom and letting my mind run wild while I type random words and hope they develop into something. I hope you enjoy it and have a good day. 

A small gasp escaped Bailey’s lips as she came back to reality. She looked around her surroundings with a tight grip on the sleeve of Mr Thompson’s jacket.

Bailey-”We’ve got to get out of here. Back to the cabin”

Mr Thompson-”What? But you don’t think you have a lot of time left”

Bailey-”Yeah, and now I think we’re going to get eaten alive if we don’t get out of here, right now”

Bailey pulled him along with her as she kept them at a speed in hopes to be at the cabin before they’re attacked but it seemed to be too late. The same creatures Bailey saw in the premonition were surrounding her and Mr Thompson. Bailey swallowed a small lump in her throat as she stood in front of Mr Thompson with her arm out to protect him. Bailey put her hand on her wand and Mr Thompson mirrored her actions. 

Mr Thompson-”What’s the plan?”

Bailey-”I’m working on it”

One of the creatures growled and the rest charged at Bailey and Mr Thompson. They both started casting spells, left, right and centre, trying to gain some time to run but the spells were doing nothing. 

Bailey-”Nothing’s working!”

Mr Thompson-”Can’t you use your powers?”

Bailey-”I don’t know how to control them!”

Mr Thompson-”That’s what makes you a good warrior”

Bailey took in his words and put her wand in her pocket. She looked at one of the bears and clenched her jaw. She put her hands by her side and a black mist flowed from her finger tips as the bear started charging at her. Bailey threw her arms out and the bear got dragged to the floor by roots of the trees and vines. Bailey smiled to herself but her small celebration got interrupted by getting tackled to the ground by another one. Bailey was wrestling with the creature for a good few minutes, losing terribly but she wasn’t giving up. It swung it’s paw and one of the claws caught her face and a scratch appeared on her skin quickly. Bailey groaned and put her arm under the bears neck to keep the jaws away but to her saviour, a wolf with the colours of black, grey, white and auburn fur roared while tackling the bear onto the ground. 

There was no doubt that the wolf was a lot smaller than the bear but it was bigger and stronger than Bailey. Bailey backed up slightly, still on the floor as she stared at the wolf, confused as she watched it fight with the bear, like it was protecting Bailey. Both of the animals going onto it’s hind legs and throwing paws while trying to bite each other’s necks. Bailey snapped back to where she was and ran over to Mr Thompson, wrapped her arm around the bear’s neck and pulling it to the ground as she got a burst of adrenaline in her veins. The bear skidded along the floor until it hit a tree. Bailey pulled Mr Thompson to his feet. 

Bailey-”Get out of here”

Mr Thompson-”I’m not leaving you”

Bailey looked at Mr Thompson and realised that neither of them had the book. 

Bailey-”Where’s the book?”

They both started looking at their surroundings, looking for the book that was important to finding out what was attacking the school. Bailey saw the book get kicked over in the direction of a stream and her reaction sent her into the direction of the book. A bear got there before she did, picked up the book and started running to which Bailey ran after it. 

She wasn’t going to catch up with it, she knew that but she had to try. Bailey came to a sudden stop when the same wolf from before tackled the bear to the ground and pushed it off off the ledge they were on. Bailey hesitantly picked up the book and looked at the wolf. It looked at her with a small bit of blood around it’s mouth and dirt covering it’s fur. Bailey’s breathing became un easy as she stared into the wolfs yellow-hazel eyes, she felt like she knew the eyes, like she’s looked into them before. The wolf scattered away just as Mr Thompson walked up to her. 

Mr Thompson-”You didn’t have a plan, did you?”

Bailey-”I was working on it”

They carried on their journey, following through the woods until the reached a high street then walked along the road, trying to find somewhere for rest. 

Mr Thompson-”Where do we go from here?”

Bailey-”A local diner? Motel? Try to figure out what this means”

Mr Thompson turned into a diner as Bailey followed and they sat down at a booth while Bailey read over the message again. Bailey furrowed her eyebrows and grabbed a napkin and took a pen from a waitresses pocket with out her knowing. She started writing down every letter that stuck out to her and started forming a sentence with them. 

Mr Thompson-”What have you got?”

Bailey-”A headache”

Mr Thompson-”I meant with the message”

Bailey held up the napkin with the two words on that could be the solution to her problems. 

Bailey-”The Office. You know a place?”

Mr Thompson-”I’ve heard of it, only a few rare individuals have been able to set foot there, it surrounded by a force field, even Dumbledore couldn’t set foot in there”

Bailey-”Why is it called The Office?”

Mr Thompson-”It stands for The Hated Enchanted, Only Few Fierce Individuals Can Entre”

Bailey-”How much are we betting that we can get in?”

They both shared a glance before Bailey asked another question. 

Bailey-”Where do you think it is?”

Mr Thompson-”I heard it’s located around an old bank, it’s been under construction for years in the dodge part of London. It’s more near Northampton, really”

Bailey-”I know what you’re talking about. I would travel up there when I needed a break from the orphanage”

Mr Thompson-”Well, since you went to Hogwarts, that place has been having a whole bunch of activity”

Bailey-”Well, looks like we’re catching a train to Northampton”

They both stood up and walked out the diner and headed to a train station. Once they got to the train station, Bailey snuck them through and were now waiting for the train. 

Mr Thompson-”How are we going to get on? We haven’t got a ticket”

Bailey-”Relax, I’m working on a plan”

Mr Thompson-”Remember what happened the last time you said that”

Bailey gave Mr Thompson a stern glare as the train stopped in front of them. The doors opened but no one around them was getting on. A train instructor walked over to them. 

-”The train to all things enchanted and mysterious, where are you going?”

Bailey smiled to herself. 

Bailey-”Northampton”

Bailey stepped onto the train and Mr Thompson followed behind her. 

-”Northampton is on route”

Bailey walked down the aisle and saw no one else on, she took a seat in a small booth and Mr Thompson sat opposite her. 

Bailey-”Told you I had a plan”

Mr Thompson-”That was luck”

Two cups of water got placed on the table and Bailey looked at Mr Thompson and saw a scratch on his neck from the fight with the bears. 

Bailey-”Why didn’t you tell me you got hurt?”

Mr Thompson-”Because I knew you would freak out”

Bailey sighed and grabbed the cup of water. Bailey put the back of her hand on the table and opened it for Mr Thompson to grab. He hesitantly put his hand in Bailey’s and Bailey rested her fingertips against his as she slowly poured the water into the palm of her hand and it travelled up to Mr Thompson’s arm and to his neck where the water covered the scratch and when the water disappeared, the scratch was gone. 

Mr Thompson-”That’s a clever trick”

Bailey-”Yeah, well, when you go to a school with goblins, trolls and ghouls everywhere, you’ve got to heal yourself every now and again”

They both smiled and stayed in conversation for the hour until they arrived at Northampton and ran to the dodgy part of town and stopped at the abandoned bank that was gated with a chain linked fence. Mr Thompson looked at Bailey as she looked at the bank and fence, he tried to read her expression, but he couldn’t tell if she was in fear or paranoia. Bailey let out a small sigh as she started hearing her heart beat get louder and faster. She tried concealing the fact that she was petrified for what she’s about to face. She didn’t want to do it, she didn’t want to see what was threatening the only places she’s known as home. In all honesty, she’s scared to walk in there and see her reflection causing all the trouble. 

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This is Part 4 of the short story “Hateful Love” I’m working on. If you would like to read this, then please do and tell me if you like it, lend tips if they are needed. I’m currently working on Part 5. This is a shorter chapter because I am pumped to write the plot and my heart is racing with excitement just thinking about it. I’ve got a lot of ideas going through my head so, enjoy.

Have a good day!

Bailey wiped her hands on her jeans as she continued walking in the woods, stepping over logs, streams and any dead animals she came across. But, she knew something was wrong when the chirping of the birds stopped and the wind didn’t seem to hit the area she was in. It was silent. Not even crickets could be heard. The smell of things rotting, wet wood and burning filled Bailey’s nose as she cautiously looked around with her hand on her wand. She took another step but stopped moving when a crunch was heard under her foot. She carefully pulled it off the ground and underneath were bones. Animal or human, she wasn’t sure. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she quickly took in her surroundings. A few rocks piled together in certain areas, the thousands of bones were scattered around the floor as well as in small piles against the rocks. 

The air became thicker as a creature appeared from behind the rocks. It prowled up the rocks, getting on the highest point. When it came into view Bailey could see that it had the body of a big dog or wolf, the fur was a dirty grey and some patches were darker than others and the texture looked wet. The claws were showing and short and thick, the sharp teeth were visible and the creatures eyes were black. No colour. Pure black. The creature was twice the size of Bailey and was well built for an animal. 

Bailey’s breathing hitched in fear as she held her wand by her side, ready to cast if she needed to. Bailey took a step back, more bones crunching under her feet but the creature growled and Bailey stopped moving. The monster started stalking up to Bailey at a slow pace. The monster roared and Bailey darted behind her and started running while the creature ran after her. It was a lot faster than Bailey. It was growling and roaring while chasing her. Bailey could hear her heart beat beating faster and getting louder, so loud that it hurt her head. Bailey stopped when she came to a steep hill, there was no way up and she didn’t have enough time to go around. Bailey put her wand up as the creature closed her in against the hill. A lime green mist flowed down from her hand which was still by her side and it glided along the floor until it reached the creature and there was an explosion which caused the monster to fly away from Bailey a few feet. Bailey flinched slightly at the unexpected action of her powers. The creature landed on it’s feet and growled. Bailey put her wand in her pocket and clenched her jaw. The creature ran to Bailey and tackled her to the ground. Bailey was under the thing with it’s claws slashing and it’s jaws biting air. Bailey put her hands on the neck and kept a tight hold of it’s fur.

She flipped them over just as the claws caught her arm. Bailey pushed it’s head into the ground and the same lime green mist seeped into it’s fur, making the creatures body go limp. 

Bailey-”Take it easy”

The creature’s paws fell down to the dirt as it’s eyes closed and fell into a deep sleep. Bailey let out a sigh of relief as she stood up and dusted her hands on her jeans. She looked at the claw marks on her arm and winced in pain as she picked a few pieces of grass and small rocks from the blood. She put her hand over the wound to stop the flow of blood and she continued walking through the woods as the sky got darker and darker and it quickly started pouring it down with heavy rain.

Draco was in the Slytherin Dormitory and was sat on one of the stone slabs opposite the window and his eyes were on the raindrops falling down the glass. Bailey’s ring was in his hand as his mind ran with continuous thoughts.  

Crabbe and Goyal walked into the room causing Draco to return to reality and cover the ring with his hand. He quickly put the ring in his robe pocket and stood up to walk away from Crabbe and Goyal. He wasn’t in the right headspace to do anything. Draco found himself walking up the numerous sets of moving stairs then up a small and narrow steal staircase at the back of the castle. He stopped outside the wooden door which had dust and locks covering it. He put his hand on the door handle and budge it open, almost falling through. He stopped in the doorway and looked around the room, it was dark with only one window that outlined a few things living in the room. Draco took a few steps into the room after closing the door behind him and he flipped the switch to the lamp on the night stand. He saw a leather covered notebook under the lamp and a few pieces of stationary. He roamed around the room, tracing his fingers along some of the dusty furniture and looked at some of her things. He stopped at her desk and saw a few polaroid pictures scattered across them. Pictures of younger kids, ages 2-10. They were always at the same location. A brown building that had the words “Steven and Emily’s Orphanage” written in black.

Draco smiled to himself as he moved some of the pictures and put them all to one side of her desk. A few papers were on her desk as well, all blank. She had numerous note books and reading books in stacks on the floor and neatly placed on shelves.

Bailey squinted her eyes from the rain as she saw a light in the distance to which she quickly hurried to. She found out that the light was a street lamp and she let out a small sigh as she walked down the roads and paths which could have led her anywhere. But, to her surprise, after she walked down a wet dirt road, slipping and getting yellow-brown dirt on her clothes, she ended up at the one place she didn’t want to go back to. She looked up at the dimly lit building and saw silhouettes walking around inside. She waited for a car to pass before running up to the building. She hesitantly walked up the stairs, reading the fading black lettering of “Steven and Emily’s Orphanage”. She stood under the shelter as she gently knocked on the door, knowing how late it was and the schedule of bed time.

After waiting a few seconds, the door opened the reveal a young girl, with brown eyes and brown hair, her face had dirt smudges on and her clothes were ripped and dirty. She couldn’t have been no older than Bailey. Maybe a few years younger.

-”Can I help you?”

She sounded scared and ill. Her voice was weak and quiet.

Bailey-”Is Mr Stevens and Miss Emily in?”

-”No, they left a year ago. Abandoned the kids”

Bailey-”Who’s supervising?”

-”I am”

Bailey-”And you are?”

-”Maddie Jones. I was a helper down at the Old People Home a few miles west. I heard about the state of the orphanage and had to help”

Bailey-”Hardly anyone helps this place out”

Bailey and Maddie both nodded slightly and Bailey looked behind her and saw a small hut in a field with the chimney smoking. She smiled to herself once she remembered who lived there. She looked back at Maddie and Maddie looked behind Bailey at what she was looking at then back at Bailey.

Bailey-”Can I come in?”

Maddie-”Sure”

Her voice broke slightly as Bailey carefully walked into the cold building. Maddie closed the door as Bailey looked at the state of her home. Maddie rushed into the kitchen and continued washing the dirt plates, bowls and cutlery.

Bailey-”Are you an orphan?”

Maddie-”No, my parents have a mansion up North of London”

Bailey-”Then why are you here? This place sucks”

Maddie-”I wanted a better life for the kids”

Bailey-”Why are you helping them?”

Maddie sighed and sat down on a breaking chair.

Maddie-”Mr Thompson, the sweet old man in the field, he would tell me stories about a girl that grew up here whenever I came down to visit”

Bailey-”Stories? What stories?”

Maddie-”He said her name was Bailey. Bailey Dawn Coleman and he told me that she grew up here and kind of never left. She never met her parents, they abandoned her a few months after she was born but kept her brother. He told me that she was always putting others before herself. Even if she was bleeding to death, she'd make sure everyone was okay first. She wasn't one to give up. She wouldn't just roll over and die. She'd fight until she was no longer able to. Apparently she's still fighting to this day”

Bailey furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she moved closer to Maddie and sat down on the arm rest of a chair.

Maddie-”He told me that people thought she was cursed... which is why people feared her. Because she couldn't control her powers but he told me that those powers were just anger. She had a short temper and she was constantly getting in trouble. She was treated like a slave by Mr Steven and Miss Emily. She protected the children here and locked them in her room when Mr Steven got aggressive. She protected the children then one day... she kind of just vanished. No one knows why. No one really knows where she is. I don’t think she wants to be found. Mr Thompson said that Bailey is a really sweet girl but she’s been hurt and betrayed so many times that... she just kind of forgot who she really was and turned into this...”

Bailey-”Monster?”

Maddie hesitantly nodded, not wanting to sound rude.

Maddie-”She really inspired me to not give up”

Bailey looked down at her hands and cleared her throat while rubbing her hands together anxiously.  

Bailey-”You know, those sure do sound a lot like my stories”

Maddie-”Your stories?”

Bailey nodded.

Bailey-”I lived a very similar life to Bailey... I grew up here, in the orphanage and I use to tell my stories to the kids I grew up with. Lucas was always the one that wanted to hear them. I was one of the oldest kids here. No one would take me. I was too rebellious. The thing with my stories... I gave them a small twist. Most of it is true. I just use my imagination a lot more. It was my only friend here”

Maddie leaned in, intrigued on how Bailey use to tell her stories.

Bailey-”When I went off to school... no one really liked me... so I made up a bunch of characters and made my own stories”

A lie. They’re not stories. They’re facts.

Bailey-”She had to sacrifice herself for the school. A problem was happening at home and she had to fix it... but what she didn’t know was that it was a supernatural creature. A magical monster that was hurting her family. She had to battle against the unknown. She put her life before the whole schools. She needed to save the school, not just the people in it. Normally these three other kids save the school. Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were the ultimate team. The Golden Trio, she called them. She had to do this one solo. No one came with her. A 14 year old went off into the world alone"

Maddie-”Was she scared?”

Bailey-”Oh, she was terrified. She was frightened. She didn’t want to be alone. This girl didn’t know what to do. But, she kept her chin up and she fought for her school. She was brave and loyal to the students in her school. When she got back to school, hardly anyone thanked her. Just a few of the professors. The students kept ignoring her and she didn’t make any friends, But, turns out that the magical creature was no defeated. It had helpers. Small helpers, roaming the human world. So, time skip two years, she had to go back, she had to go back home because that’s what was under attack. But, she got caught up in a fight with this massive wolf creature. It was a close one, she got injured, a scratch on her arms and then she ended up home and now she’s got to figure out what is after her... before it gets her and hurts her family. She’s still out there, fighting to prove that’s she’s a good person and it’s a killer everyone makes her out to be”

Maddie-”I don’t think she’s a killer”

Bailey smiled slightly as she rubbed her hands together awkwardly. Maddie went back to doing what she was previously doing and Bailey went up into the attic which was her bedroom while growing up. Before hand, she wrapped a bandage around her arm after stitching herself up.

She looked around the dusty room and saw old pictures, books, drawings and rocks around. Bailey didn’t have toys. She just about had a bed. It was two mattresses stacked on top of each other with a thin cover and a pillow as hard as a brick.

Bailey sat down on the mattresses and sighed to herself while thinking; what’s going on here that makes me have to come back?________________________________________________________________

This is Part 2 of the short story “Hateful Love” I’m working on. I’m writing this with 4 followers! I got very excited when I received the notifications alerting me, so thank you very much! Uh, if you would like to read this, then please do and tell me if you like it, lend tips if they are needed. I’m currently working on Part 3. I didn’t really know where this chapter was going, I didn’t know that Bailey was going to end up back at the Orphanage and now I need to think of a back story in the orphanage so I’m going to be busy the next couple of days. Enjoy reading. 

Have a good day!