Hi everyone. This is like a continuation of story I already had on here (but it's really bad). I didn't finish the first one because I just lost my inspiration to finish it. But I hope to one day (very soon) to rewrite it.

As of right now I don't know how many chapters there will be or how long they'll be. But thanks for giving this a shot. And so far I have about four chapters but it's still not finished. But depending on if people like it or not I'll finish. =)

If you haven't read my first story I won't blame you, but you won't know who Lawanna is or Rhia. So I say go ahead and read mine and RhiannonWolf's fic. (The Heart of a Hunter)

One

Clothes Out On A Rainy Day

I was 10-years-old when I met her. I only knew her for a short time but I idolized her very much. When she moved on I found myself looking for her. I had even gone up to strangers if they had the same hair color as her. Now, six years later, I still find myself staring at people, or following them, because maybe they could be her.

I didn't understand at that time when she left and to be honest I still don't understand. Until it hit me one day. She was the type of person who couldn't be confined to one place. She had to move around, see the world. Be free.

And now me, too. I want to leave. I want to find her.

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I hate days after it rains. The ground is muddy and the trees are wet and slippery. Sometime I lose my grip and fall out and fall in the mud. Most of the time I slip and get covered.

It's also cold. And obviously wet. It's very hard to get warm when you are wet and can't even start a fire because all of the wood is wet, too.

And it never smells like the rain. It always smells like moldy wood and wet dogs….

I sleep in an abandoned house last night. There are a few broken windows so it was cold and wet. And the roof also leaks in places. There is no grass outside so there is only mud. I slipped on my way inside.

I yawn and stretch under the blanket I brought. Now that I look up at the ceiling I can see sun rays coming in through the holes and cracks. I got lucky when I picked my spot to sleep, no holes. This room smells like moldy bread….

I rub my eyes and finally sit up.

I must be in the master bedroom. It was the biggest room upstairs, now that I think about it. That was why I choose to sleep in here. My bedroom at their home is very small. There is a bathroom connected to this room. There isn't much in this room, though; maybe that's why it's so big. Only a giant painting leaning against the wall. It's of a landscape with flowers and a sunset. There is a small scribble at the bottom that I can't read.

I don't like it for some reason.

There is also a mirror, almost as big as the painting. Some of it is broke though. But I can still see my reflection in it.

My hair is a mess...how did I get twigs in my hair?

Oh, well. I look away and go back to my 'bed' on the floor. I'll fold the blanket and look through the rest of this house.

-0-

The floors creak. I think I remember them creaking last night, too. There are five rooms on the first floor, I counted the doors. All the rooms are the same, except for the one I sleep in and the one at the end of the hall. One is a bathroom and the other two are empty and in bad shape.

The one at the end of the hall has a crib with some stuffed animal toys. The walls are pink with flowers and trees. There are also a few paintings in here, they're of birds. They have the same scribble on the bottom.

I like this room.

-0-

The stairs creak, too. There is only one room with a door down here. It's a bathroom. One of the others is a kitchen, and the other is big and empty. I wonder who lived in this house. People must have, right? Because there were those paintings, and that crib.

I wonder if they were coming or going? I wonder why they would want to come to a town like this? Or maybe they were sick of this place and were leaving. I wonder why they left the paintings and baby bed?

I think Rishley is hungry….he keeps trying to leave my shoulder. He does that when he sees fruit or is bugs. I don't see fruit. There could be bugs in here, though.

-0-0-0-0-

"Child, were have you been?"

Mrs. Ozill. I've lived with her for five years and since the first day she calls me 'Child'. She doesn't know my name because I haven't told her. I don't talk to her or Mr. Ozill. I don't talk to people.

I only talk to Rishley. But sometimes, when he leaves, I don't talk to him. Sometimes I feel guilty after, because I think he's just an animal. I'm not sure what kind, though.

"Oh, my Child. Just look at yourself."

She always gets like this. I think it is an old lady thing. If there is a smudge of dirt on my face or my clothes she must clean it. She acts like I was running around in a potatoes' sack or stealing.

I have more than a smudge on my face. And I know I have tangles in my hair. And I can see the mud trail I left behind me on the wood floor. I didn't mean to do that.

"I know you didn't mean to track mud all over my clean floor. Now take your shoes off and take a bath." Mrs. Ozill tells me. She pats my head and still smiles at me even though she has to clean the floor. "Mrs. Musachino called me when you were passing her house. The tub is already filled."

-0-

The stairs in the Ozill house creak, too.

The bath water fills nice. It's warm and there are lots of bubbles. The bubbles smell like the flowers outside. Mrs. Ozill makes her own soap with the flower petals. Me and her smell like flowers. Rishley smells like fruits, sometimes, but most time he smells like dirt. I'm not sure what Mr. Ozill smells like.

In the bathroom there is only a tub against the wall-by the vent, a toilet in the corner and a sink underneath the window. If someone is talking downstairs, and you are quiet, you can hear everything they say. Mr. and Mrs. Ozill are talking.

"Maybe she doesn't love us."

Mrs. Ozill.

"Maybe you are smothering her."

Mr. Ozill.

"She always comes back."

"She's been leaving more often. And she stays out and doesn't come back until morning."

"She still won't speak to me."

"Or me. Or anyone in town."

Rishley is looking at me from the sink. Mrs. Ozill filled it up for him so he could take a bath while I was, too. His doesn't have bubbles though.

"It all started after she got that letter….from-" Mrs. Ozill sounds sad.

Mr. Ozill cuts her off.

"There is nothing wrong with that girl."

"Maybe we should stop giving her the letters…."

I don't want to hear anymore.

-0-0-0-0-

It's been three days since I last left Mr. and Mrs. Ozill's house. Two days since I discovered the abandoned house in the woods. And one day since I have been sick. Mrs. Ozill won't let me leave my bed. She's been at the end of my bed since I fainted in the kitchen. She just sits and knits or sews.

The only time she leaves is to bring me a hot cup of tea or clean the bowl she brought for me to vomit in, if I had to vomit….

She checks my forehead a lot and asks if I need anything. That if I do just to tell her so. She also tells me that she called a Doctor this morning. He would be by in the afternoon to 'check my health'.

She hums a lot, too. She has a very pretty singing voice. Mr. Ozill is out. He's out working on Widowed Musachino's barn. I hear it has a leaky roof.

Rishley is sleeping in my window seal. He likes the warmth from the sun when it comes in through the window. From my window you can see out from the front of the house. There isn't much of a front yard, it's more like a small field of wild flowers. Mrs. Ozill doesn't garden much, she says she likes the wild flowers. There are also rows of clothes line strung from one tree to the next. Wash was done yesterday but it rained again last night, the clothes were left out to dry again.

"How about a nice hot cup of tea, Child?" Mrs. Ozill asks me. I shake my head from under the blanket. She smiles and leaves the room. I have the blanket pulled up to my nose, it smells like rain and flowers.

The wind is blowing outside a little bit. It's breezy. I can see my favorite summer dress. It's white with blue birds on the bottom hem. I wonder if the wind will pick up and blow it off? I can also see my underwear hanging up….none of my bra's and panties match.

You can't see the clothes line form the dirt road or any of the other houses; the trees hide it. I still wish there were trees in the backyard to hang the clothes up.

I can see a man walking up the dirt trail to our house. I wonder if he's lost? I've never seen him….maybe he's just moved here. Why would he want to move here-Oh My Gosh! My UNDERWEAR!

I jump up and dart pass Mrs. Ozill, I don't think I made her spill the tea. I can hear her calling after me then I can hear her running after me. I'm glad my bedroom is close to the front door.

The man is more than halfway up the dirt trail now. I know if he looked at the clothes line he could see. I rip and yank down all of my bra's and underpants, I get the last of them down when I hear him say hello and I hear Mrs. Ozill panting. They both come up to me and I turn away from the man.

Mrs. Ozill is mad, or maybe that's worry. I'm think it's both. But I can't be sure. My face feels hot and my head feels like it's floating. Mrs. Ozill is talking to the man. I'm really dizzy.

"Don't be rude now, Child. Say hello to the Doctor." She spins me around to face him. The sun is in my eyes so I look down. I dropped a pair of my panties….

My breathing stops and I think I just fell, I know I did. I can feel the dusty dirt against my head. I hear Mrs. Ozill gasp and I feel her arms holding my shoulders. I feel very tired all of a sudden.

My clothes were still a little damp….

-0-

The Doctor Man must have carried me back inside to my room, my bed. That's where I am now. I sit up and look at the Doctor, he knows I'm awake now. He smiles and asks how I feel. I don't answer. I look outside instead while Mrs. Ozill tells him what symptoms she knows of. My underwear are back on the clothing line.

"She stayed out all night a few days ago, when it rained. She fainted at breakfast this morning and felt very warm. She hasn't kept any food down and she won't drink."

"Hmm."

I wonder if Doctors actually think when they make that noise?

This Doctor wears glasses and a blue suit. No white coat….He's looking at me.

"Tell me, does your head hurt?"

Not really, I shake my head.

"Hmm. But you are dizzy?"

Yes, I nod.

"Does your throat hurt?"

Yes, it does. I nod.

"Hmm. Are your only symptoms fever, dizziness, and a sore throat?"

Yes, I nod. He nods, too, and turns back to Mrs. Ozill. He says I got a cold. I caught it when I stayed out in the cold and rain. I should be fine in a few days at most. I shouldn't eat anything unless I feel as though I can keep it down, and I should drink lots of water….

The wind is picking up.

When he is done talking he leaves. Before he goes he tells me he will come back tomorrow, to check on me. He tells me to get well soon.

I can see him walking down the dirt trail, his shinny suit case in hand. He turns back and waves through the blowing underwear….

I sink down in my bed and close my eyes. My room doesn't smell like flowers anymore. It smells like the Doctor….it's very strong at the end of my bed, where he was sitting in the chair-next to my bed.

I wonder if he saw my underwear?

"Honestly, Child. The Doctor probably never would have looked twice at the clothes line if you wouldn't have ran out and acted like you did." I didn't hear Mrs. Ozill come back into my room. "Mr. Ozill will have a laugh when I tell him. I apologized to Doctor Leorio for you, the way he had to carry you in."

I wonder if I was heavy?