• The room was spinning. People were crowding around, saying the words she dreaded to hear. I'm sorry, they were saying. Go away the girl yelled in frustration. These people were taking her power, her responsibility away from her and torturing it, until it was just a corpse that would fall limply to the ground, and there it would stay to decay for the rest of its days. Not a person listened to her, for they were to busy mourning her loss to care. She hated these people, They betrayed her at the last second, the second she needed most! She grabbed a lady's arm, trying oh so desperately to quiet her. The lady gasped with fright and tried to brush away her hand. The girl shrieked with anger. Her scream cut the crisp frozen air until only little shards of it remained, hazardous for those who stepped on them. She ran. Through the graveyard she sprinted, the wind stinging her face, leaving marks of distress on her fair pale skin. She ran through a grassy field that was covered in snow, the moon's light shining off of it. She finally collapsed next to a frozen lake. In the middle of this lake was a gapping ragged hole. Sniffling, she got up and started to followed the current of the water, heading west. The water traveled so smoothly, almost innocently, but she knew better. She walked for miles, never getting wary, never getting tired. She then came upon a sewage drain run off. As she approached its opening, she saw a girl. A dead girl. Herself. In dismay, she sunk away into the shadows, never to be seen again.