I am sorry. This isn't an update. It is quite the opposite actually. I am sure most of you noticed that I haven't updated this story in a while. And I am sorry because I know a few of you think this story is amazing. Trust me, I have been in love with a fair share of stories that the author didn't finish. But I do plan on finishing this story! I am just putting it on hiatus for little while. I stupidly started three stories at once because I couldn't wait to share them, and now I can't keep up with them. I know that was stupid, and I am sorry. But I do plan on finishing this story; I will probably pick it up again in June. I think I am going to go back and make some changes to this story as well, because it really isn't going the way I want it to. I feel so bad, so I decided to put a little bit of what I wrote for the next chapter. I wrote this a few months ago, but I don't have enough interest or time to finish it. Well, of course I could finish it, it just wouldn't be as good of a chapter as you deserve. You all deserve a great story that I put a lot of time and focus into, and I just can't give you that right now. But, I am continuing another Host story called Broken, and I would love if you could check that out :)
Here is all I have for Chapter 12. I am sorry if it won't hold you off until June.
I stay in the tree line for three days. I need to eat. I need water. I need to see a doctor. I am just too fatigued to move. I sit up slowly and pick off the wet leaves stuck to my shirt. Technically, it is Jared's shirt. I defiantly need to go and town and buy warmer clothes. I sigh and sit up. I don't know which city I am in. I don't even know which direction the abandoned hotel is in, so I can't go back even if I wanted to. I am alone.
I don't want to go back though. Melanie and the rest of the humans lied to me. Burns may have been selfish but I teased him and make me angry. He had every right to do what he did. But I can't forgive Melanie. She told me sex would be good and wouldn't hurt. She also promised me she would never hurt a soul and yet she beat up Burns. I can't trust the humans anymore.
I begin to descend down the hill, my bare feet slipping in the dewy grass. I reach the edge of town and try to stick in the shadows. I am barely dressed, so I don't want anyone seeing me like this. I find a thrift shop nearby and run inside before anyone can see me. The bell above the door rings and I sneak behind a pile of clothes before the store owner can see me.
I peek above the pile to see if anyone is around. I squeak and duck behind the pile again when my gray eyes meet brown.
"Sweetheart, are you okay? Do you need any help finding something?" I slowly stand up and look at the person in front of me. A short, old lady looks at me concerned. I study her. She has light brown hair that is graying in some places. She has wide doe eyes with little wrinkles around them from smiling.
"Oh, honey, what happened to you? What's your name? How can I help?" The lady starts to fawn over me.
I step back slightly and introduce myself. "I- I'm Wanda. I was hiking and I got lost. I haven't eaten in three days." I lie. I hate how the humans from the cave have made me a liar. Souls are not supposed to lie. I am becoming a lying human.
"But what happened to your clothes?" The old lady asked me while she grabs me a cookie for me to eat and gestures for me to sit down. I sit in one of the miss-matched arm chairs and eat the cookie hungrily. I want more but it would be impolite to ask.
"An animal came to my campsite and I had to run. I didn't have time to grab clothes, shoes, or even water." I lie again. I am too deep into the lie to turn back now though.
"Oh well please feel free to take as much clothing as you want. Do you want me to take you anywhere? I recently bought a car, and I would be happy to drive you anywhere you want to go." This old lady was just so sweet. But I can't ask this much of her.
"No, but thank you Ms…" I wait for her to fill in her name.
"Oh my! Where are my manners? My name is Rose with the Sun. But I like to go by Rose." Her name is oddly fitting. The wrinkles across her face are like the petals of a rose, but she still looks beautiful and wise.
That's it. I am so sorry. But I will see you in June!