Face down on the pavement, she thought she had nowhere to turn. Sitting in her own blood, slashed by the no life killer.
The killer she thought would forever be hers. Stabbed, slashed, lonely, and misused.
Tears rolled down her face as the rain washed away the blood. Am I alive or dead? the girl thought to herself.
She could feel pain, but couldn’t speak out. She wanted to cry out, but the slashed part of her throat took away that gift.
Tapping of leather shoes passed by the girl’s head. Fearing what others would think of her, she stayed down.
A gentle tap and a Hello? came from above her. Fearing what she looked like, she stayed down.
Are you alright my dear? I want to see your beautiful face.
She lifted her face and saw a ghastly sight. A tall man with a skeletal face reached out for her hand.
The man had passionate eyes, but skin of white tendons and black spaces in between. He had moderately long jet black hair and wore a black suit.
Despite his ghostly stature, she felt at home with the being and allowed him to lift her up off the cement. This is no place for a beautiful girl such as yourself.
I’m terribly sorry for what that horrid creature did to you. I will put an end to him!
Take my hand, said the ghostly figure. The girl grabbed the ghostly man’s hand and with that, they zipped into the darkness within the trees.
To be continued…