She was so beautiful, skin pale with cherry red lips, soft brown hair that swayed gently as she walked. She would always wear such nice cloths to school and spoke with the softest voice. Every time her emerald green eyes would meet mine my knees would feel weak and my mind would race. I made a vow to myself that I would have her one day and you know what? I finally got her. Right now I'm looking down at her as her head rest upon my lap her eyes stare up at mine, her mouth gaping open as if she's surprised that I'm here. I wonder why she looks like that but still she's as beautiful as ever, I only wish there was a body to go with her severed head.
