The Slip Up In New York.

Eighteen year old Cary Carrigan ran through the dimly lit streets of old New York, her silver and purple gown swirling around her ankles. Sorrow rested heavily on her pounding heart. Death loved to toy with her life; first her parents’ death and now her fiancé has gone missing. Her gown snagged on a rock on the walkway of the eerie park sending her crashing to the ground. She laid there on the ground refusing to let her tears fall onto the cobblestones.

Minutes passed, she began to become frightened for the darkness began to close in on her. Shadows danced in front of her and laughed at her pathetic whimpering. Cary heard the faint sound of foot steps tapping on the ground. They got louder and louder; they came faster and faster. When Cary tried to get up it was too late. HE was upon her, holding her down to the ground with so much force that she felt like her bones would break under the pressure.

Her tears began to fall furiously as she struggled to get out of his grasp; nothing was working not the kicking, the biting, or even the slapping and then the worst had happened; he began to pull at her dress, it ripped in several places as he tugged on the fabric. She screamed she couldn’t believe that this was happening to her; this man was once a good friend of her fiancé’s and hers, she couldn’t understand why he was doing such a thing. The man raped her and left her for dead; lying there on the ground she whimpered pathetically, she had been saving herself for Jason but now, if he was ever found, he would not want used goods; he would not want her. Jason, if he found out, would more than likely take his friends side over hers and that thought alone was enough to break her.

That thought was the one that sent her rapidly pounding heart over the edge, sending eighteen year old Cary Carrigan into the land of sleep and stilled her tormented heart forever.