She was standing there shaking in her bedroom. She had just spoken without permission from her owner and was shouted at. She hated being shouted at, its terrifying for her. Her eyes wide, tears now staining her cheeks, her tail never daring to wag, her ears now slik back almost hidden by her hair. Her pure white hair. Her dark blue eyes, her perfect figure, her trembling hands, her shocked body. She had Bruises all along her legs from the whip. She had cuts along her arms from her owners nails, one cheek stained red from a ferocious slap to the right cheek. Everything hurt!

She got up and walked to her closet, she placed on a black t-shirt, a leather jacket and some black ripped jeans. She placed on a mouth mask which so happens to also be black. She grabbed her bag and placed a few more clothes which are all black, she placed in her photo of her and her sister when she used to be owned by her owner aswell until he killed her for coming out her room after 7pm. She let a single tear fall down her cheek. She grabbed her phone charger and her phone and placed her black boots on and locked her bedroom door. She placed on her beanie and her necklace, her mother had given her before she died. She opened her window and climbed down the tree right next to it. 

She hung down from the last branch and let go, she landed on two feet. She ran for her life, not looking back. She took a right at the gate and ran to the bench she would always go to if she wanted peace. The last time she came here was the day of her sisters funeral. Although hybrids werent ment to have funerals, her owner felt bad for killing her twin so he insisted that she have a special send off.

She took off her leather jacket and placed it on her lap as she sat there looking up at the stars. She stopped shaking, she let a single tear fall. She starred for what seemed like years, her ears finally standing back up, she always felt safe out here. She sighed. 

Someone sat next to her but she was to busy being enchanted by the stars. He sighed. She squeked a bit almost falling off the bench before two sturdy arms held her in place.

"Thank you.", she spoke almost shy.

He just nodded his head. She looked back at the stars. 

"I am a hybrid vet and was taking a walk, by the looks of things you ran away didnt you? I was just on my way home would you like to stay at mine until tomorrow then we will figure out what to do from then.", he offered girl no older than 14.

She nodded her head. She didnt like to talk she never really did any talking back at her owners house and whenever she did it would always hurt .

She stood up Still starring at the stars, a gush off wind swept past with leaves and dirt, hitting her cut arms. she winced in pain as she hit the floor, eyes held shut tight, she was shivering. The vet placed her leather jacket over shoulders, startling her alittle when he picks her up. He smiles down at her fragile state and walked back to what she thought was his home.

"My name is Namjoon.", the elder said.