That night we told Fern and she didn't take it well. She cried and screamed, threaten to hate me, and disown me but in the end, she cried and held me close. The following morning I got dressed in my old clothes. The ones I showed up in.
My hair was now past my shoulders so I quickly pull it into a pony and finish dressing. I slip on my black boots, the ones I walked two miles in with broken ankles and lanced them up. I slipped on my thigh belt and slipped in the knife that Hunter gave me.
I tie a small bag to my belt and check to make sure I have the small metal balls. Once making sure I was ready, I look back into the mirror at myself. It was me, but it was also like looking at a stranger. My eyes weren't the same... my baby fat was gone and now I looked hard and cold.
No longer the small, innocent girl I used to be. When I hear a knock, I turn to see Hunter standing in my doorway. CheeChee jumps up onto my shoulder and bounces in excitement as Hunter gives me a sad smile.
