She felt the cold dry surface underneath her. She was isolated. She couldn't move at all. The wind whistling, while blowing the leaves on the trees. The wicked wind made her shiver. What did she do to deserve this? The icy rain fell onto her soft cheek. It felt comforting, as though it soothed the pain. She always put others first, she tried so hard. She failed. Left to die, deep down in the dark woods. It was no one's fault, except the dick that stabbed her. She felt the pitter patter of rain drops dance around on her wrist. She looked so lifeless, yet felt so many emotions. Her eyes remained shut. There were no imprint on her eye lids, just darkness. She heard the birds twittering, the leaves rustling.

How much longer? Until someone finds me. A knight in shining armour, come and cure me, only thing was, there were no such thing. I blame fairy tales for making me have big expectations of men. Only the one I've fallen for, was he looking for me? Has he forgotten? An angle has told him? God? I've always had faith in god, I'm not religious or anything, just feelings that's all. What did i do to deserve this? The question ringing in my ears. No answer. How long? Was I in heaven or hell? I couldn't decide. Is it a matter of life and death. When will i awaken? maybe a month, a year? Maybe I'll never wake it, or maybe I am awake, only hearing the natural sounds that surround me. The animals, the tree's. Mother nature how beautiful, I've never heard it like this before. When will he find me?was he looking for me? I love him, he loves her, I've lost, I think back to the lyrics of the song "the winner takes it all, the loser has to fall" I've fallen. Why live now, what must I live for? The sounds are fading, was it unconsciousness? Or was it the darkness creeping up on me? Is it a deep sleep? only a memory deep sleep....everything disappeared..a deep sleep.........

"Where has she got to?" The scot asked him self. The beautiful green eyes which complimented to complexion to her cheeks, with that warm smile. Her fringe tickling the top of her fluttery eye lashes. He imagined, He recognized the pure blue uniform

"Joe!" Don Wetherby called him over. His name didn't sink in.

"Joe!" The same voice ringing in his ears. A close friend, knelt down to the one he loved. The blood stained knife lying next to the nurse. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, until he snapped back into the nightmear, which was in fact reality...

"CAROL!"

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