A cold wind blew hair into her face,
unknowing of the brutal happenings occuring.
She shivered, but remembered, soon she would no
longer feel the cold.
Her first few weeks, she attempted to keep hope,
but now, she thought of nothing but the end.
It had been 2 monthes now, since he had taken her away,
A pure evil had come over him that night, a glare in his eyes,
once warm, loving windows to her lover, now a cold, reflecting, hatered for all. He had ripped her clothes, and ignored her cries and screams of suffering. So much blood had been lost that night, and the others. It was amazing she had lasted so long. She shook, and waited to collapse from hunger again. While she awaited, she watched the newly opened cut on her wrist trickle blood down her dirty skin, and continue to the ground. The desolate location left no hope in her, the dark gray sky, a field of green, overgrown grass and empty farm buildings surrounded her. It was a pointless survival…