'Skye'

'''Witness Report: 4/16/2012 8:27 p.m.'''

"I was walking home from work, because my car broke down and decided to take a short-cut to my small apartment complex. It was through a thin forest, so I wasn't really worried about having an encounter with a robber, or anything for that matter. I was almost out when I heard a soft humming or crying. It sounded like a little girl, so I looked around. Nothing. I simply shrugged it off and began walking. I heard it again at the door to my appartment, but didn't really bother to look. I entered and closed the door. Forgetting to lock that door was my biggest regret. After taking a shower and settling into bed. I heard the humming, but this time it was by my bed. I sat up and...and i'll never forget her face. The sides of her mouth were stitched up and her eyes were so wide I could of sworn she didn't have eyelids until she blinked. She had a scar down through her eye which was slightly covered by her  choppy bangs that swepted over her face. Her hair was in a pony-tail that fell over her shoulder and stopped at her waist. I screamed and I screamed damn loud when she jumped at me, I kicked her off and shot out of my bed. By that time my son shot through my bedroom door with a baseball bat. She probably knew she was out numbered, so she shot out of the room and darted for the front door. We chased her, but by the time we got there she was running back into the forrest and eventually disapeared from sight."

Skye had just moved to a new town due to all the bullying in her last one. Her parents were both strongly concerned for her health and well-being. She never left her room, unless to go to school only to be toutured by the students there, it was no better than her last one, but she didn't tell her parents. It would be no use. She was a waste of space and she knew that. She knew she set herself up for bullying. She wore the same clothes all the time, which was a long sleeved black shirt with a hood. The hood was rimmed with a sharp tooth design and was slightly tattered, she also wore thin, black leggings that were ripped all the way up the front to match it. Her parents begged for her to wear different clothing, even went out and bought her new clothes, but she simply shook her head at every offer. She had just turned 16, but she was the height of a 12 year-old, which earned her slick comments from others like: "Elf"' or "Shimp" She was also extremly pale, which made the bags under her eyes, from her lack of sleep stand out horribly. A few months went by before she had her sights set on someone at school. His name was Ian, she studied EVERYTHING he did. Sometimes she'd even follow him home from a distance. He noticed her of course, but he tried his best to ignore her. The next day Skye saw a girl tap on Ian's soulder. This enraged her. "Ian," whispered Amy, his girlfriend, "When that chick follows you home today we should scare the shit out of her. The little bitch will never come near you again." Ian pondered the idea and then gave Amy a wicked smile in reply.

"But how," He replied.

"I'll explain later." Amy cackled and rose her hand 10 minutes before the last hour bell was going to ring.

"Yes Miss Brown?" The male teacher asked with an impatient tone.

"May I use the restroom?" She more demanded than asked in a sing-song voice to sound as innocent as possible.

"Go ahead." Amy rose form her seat and shuffled to the bathroom. What Amy had planned was sinister and Ian had no idea what he agreed to be a part of. She went through her plan over and over again to make sure it would not fail. The last bell rang and she shot out of the bathroom to meet up with Ian. She had planned this way ahead of time, so she was way over prepared.

"Ready?" Amy asked.

"Ready." Ian responded.

"Okay when you see her, head into the forrest at the east end of the school. You'll see a little entrance marked with a small, metal pole. Keep walking straight and you'll see a small cabin. Lead her in and when she isn't looking sneak out and go home. I'll handle the rest and no matter what don't ever return to the cabin.Got it?"

"Okay let's go."

Ian watched as Amy exited the school after grabbing his stuff he exited going in the direction Amy had told him. He knew she was following.

Skye was confused as she followed behind him into the forrest. He never walked home this way before. She stopped behind a tree and watched him enter the cabin, which might I add was pretty rough looking. Her curiosity getting the best of her she finally went in after him. The cabin was dark, she could barely see anything. She looked around for Ian, but couldn't find him. She jumped at the sound of the door being slammed shut behind her. Ian had already left and Skye could make out the facial features of Amy.

"Amy? What are you doing here? Where's Ian?" Skye question, her voice shaky.

"He left," She hissed back coldly. The ends of Amy's lips quirked up in an wicked smile as she rose a frying pan and smacked Skye hard in the head with it, knocking her out cold. Skye awoke, shaking and tied to old wooden chair. She looked around rapidly and realized she was still in the cabin.

"And so your finally awake." Amy whispered sitting on the floor infront of Skye. "First we have to make sure no one can hear you scream." Amy sung as she rose a needle with black string dangling from it. Skye's tear brimmed eyes widdened and she tried to scream, but nothing came out. Amy pushed the needle through Skye's top lip, blood slowly covered the needle as Amy continued to sew her mouth closed. Tears poured down Skye's face as she let out muffled screams. Amy smiled, but her work was not finished.

"Let's see how Ian likes you after this," Amy muttered to herself. Realization hit Skye like a brick. Amy was doing this because she was jealous of Skye. Skye never thought in a million years someone like Amy would be jealous of her, yet alone go to the extreme to try to get rid of her. She was snapped out of her thoughts by an unbareable stinging, Amy slid the edge of knife from her forehead, through her eye, and down to her cheekbone. Skye let out more loud screams, which were also muffled by her stitched lips. Amy look ahold of Skye's tangled black hair and pulled it back to get a good look at Skye's new face. Amy grinned victoriously and let go. Skye just allowed her head to dangle as tears dripped from her chin. Amy dropped her pocket knife a few feet away from Skye and left her there. Skye just sat in the chair taking in everything that happened. She will never have Ian now. Skye snapped and filled with rage.

Skye waited and waited and waited. 3 days went by and Skye went mad. She was starving, thirsty, and her sanity was completely gone. Her head shot up when she heard the creak of the cabin door opening. Skye look up to see Amy. She tried to laughed, but it came out as a sick hiss though her sealed lips. Skye lashed around in rage, laughing like a maniac. She ripped her hands out of the rope and fell foward grabbing the knife. Skye sliced the rope that bound her feet and stood up. She had been waiting for this moment. She knew Amy would come back out of guilt. Skye waddled over to Amy, clutching the knife. Amy trembled for Skye was quite the sight. Her eyes were locked open, wide and bloodshot due to weeping. Once Skye balanced herself she ran at Amy, pouncing on her. Amy was frozen in place on the ground. Skye sat on her and smiled visiously before slamming the knife into Amy's stomach twisting it,  humming to the sound of Amy's piercing screams Skye pulled out the knife and began repeatedly stapping Amy in the throat until she saw the light from Amy's eyes disappear. She smiled and got up, skipping out the cabin.

Ian had just settled in his bed and closed his eyes when he heard light chucking. He tried his best to ignore it assuming it was his little sister or something, but it got closer. He sat up and groaned, turning on the light. His blood turned cold. Skye was sitting in the far corner of his room, facing the wall her knife clutched to her chest. "Skye?" Ian asked, his voice trembling. "Why are you in my house?"

Skye stood up and turned around causing Ian to gasp. Skye knew this was her moment. She pounced on him and slit his throat in one swift movement. She sat on his stomach and watched, as she cut enough of her stitches to talk.

"Quiet now. It's okay. It'll be over soon." She said in a sing-song voice before hopping out the window, leaving Ian dead.