The End

A girl already gone telling her story.

I lay here silent,

the stillness is eerie.

A tear slowly slides down my already dampened cheek.

When will they find me?

When will they hear me?

HEAR ME.

I shutter through the wind as I close my eyes..

The mans face embedded in my mind..

I look around in the darkness 

and feel my surroundings

dirt?

Twigs?

OH GOD where am I.

My mind flashes back to when I was three

and I hurt my knee on the forest floor..

is that where I am. 

I hear the twigs snapping 

my heart starts pounding

FEAR

The fear is real..

I scream.

You know the stories your mom used to tell?

The ones about the prince and the princesses and the happy endings?

well..

not all stories have happy endings as I have come to understand.

Author's Note

Reviews

[AaronFreitas]

Nice descriptions Tori... interesting view of someone telling her story once she is gone. I liked it :)