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As she turned the corner she knew it was a mistake, she should of stayed. Endured the abuse of her step father for just a little more, until the morning. Yes that would of been a lot better. A lot better than walking out in the middle of the night, well she couldn't go back now. Could she?

          Shivering in the mind numbing cold, she trudged on down the dark lane, bordered by old brick terraces, the road was empty and deserted, just her and the few bits of litter hidden under the sheet of ice. Careful not to slip, she marches past the crampt houses clutching her moth-eaten blanket around her, dragging the ends through the garbage and ice.

                      The sky was a dark grey color and totally ridden of any stars, the moon concealed behind a thick layer of cloud failed to give any light to the already depressing scene, she carried on walking, shaking in old ripper converses, the end of the laces split and the soles wearing thin. She trodded on down the road, there was no movement, no sign of life, the occasional police siren in the distance, but apart from that. nothing. She passes the small gardens of the terraces, over grown with weeds, and a depressing shade of charcoal.

                    As she turned the corner into a slighter lighter looking street, she felt a cold rush overcome her, like someone was behind her. watching her. The street was wider but still empty, across the road was a small ice strewn park, she crossed the road, careful not to slip on the icy road, she crossed onto the thin park path, and shuddered through, passing the shadows of the withering trees and the bulging bushes.

           The swings swayed heavily in the small amount of wind, creaking and squeaking in horror, even though the park was not too far from the highstreet, is was empty, unusually there was no teenagers, huddling in packs, sharing smokes and swigging vodka, many people stayed away from the park. They would rush through careful not to make eye contact with the homeless beggers of the mysterious figures lurking in the darkness. Her legs shivering and her teeth chattering she sat down on the damp bench, where moth snapped at its ankles. Various cigarettes lay disguarded at her feet and broken wine bottles thrown aside from their drunken owner's grasp.

                                Shaking back and forth she brushed by her mangled, greasy hair out of her ivory sunken face, her dark glooming eyes, releashing huge fat tears which trickled down her pale cheeks, Her thin scratched lips quivering and gulping down her tears, she raises her thin, bruised, cut arms and sobbed into her palms, rocking back and forth.

                       She couldn't take it anymore, all the pain she had gone through had finally broken her, cutting through her like a knife which would normally help solver her problems, shuddering her cheap mascara trickled down her face and her eyes all puffy and red. Her heart sweldered beneath her thin bony chest and her arm trembled in her black scratchy hoodie which she once found outside a pub. 

             Suddenley although it was her only escape in the world, a slivering thing prodded out from the bushes behind her, tugging her, she fell of the bench and slammed her cheekbone against the hard concrete slab under the bench, blood drenching out of her cheeks and into her mouth she screamed, but only a faint gurgling came out as she swallowed the thick gargiling blood.

           It continued to tug out her, pulling her out from the bench, making her smash her skull against the top on the way, screaming for help, thick blood splurged out of her mouth, no matter how hard she screamed, no one helped. Tugging harder at her, it finally managed to drag her into the bushes and into the darkness.