Dear Anny

Annabel was a sweet girl. She had the kind of innocence that was easy to fall in love with, she had the smile you would kill for, she had a lovely voice, one you would almost always want to hear. She was beautiful and due to the fact that she cared more than most people at school, she was actually loved by all.
By everyone
Well apart from one person.
She was his obsession. She every being was everything he wanted. He wanted everything about her and his long life wish was to spend her last moments with her.

For Annabel, it was another day of school for her, she had put on her plaid skirt, with a plain white shirt and a matching cardigan. She didn't really have any friend at school. She was friends with everyone. She naturally drew on the guys who were attracted to her and also girls who worshipped her. She would naturally not encourage
anyone to believe they were friends but would give a smile every time you were sad and tell you that you could talk to her anytime. She would also smile at you and wave a little if she was to leave you while you were walking or at lunch. She was Annabel, as angelic as her name sounded.
Dear Anny met him on her way home. As she was on the wide street interlaid with people. Smiling at the shop owner whose small child had died last year. Greeting the old woman who was allies outside her house with her dog with her and just smiling at random strangers and making their day when she had heard it. A sound chilling her to the bones, making her so routed to the spot that she couldn't move. The sound of a camera shutter.
When she turned to look at the sound that she had heard, she saw a photographer, he was taking a picture of a group of people. They looked happy but for her it was different. She had a fear of having her pictures taken.
While walking in the street, every shutter from the camera miles away would sound down in her ears like the bells of a church. Loud and clear.
When she left that street she broke into a run, in a bid to get home and be safe.
He also broke into a run, why was she running, she was his obsession, she should also want him, she should be drawn to him so why was she running.
He followed her, chasing after her. When she turned into an alleyway he was right behind and before she reached the end he caught up with her.
Holding her close, tight to him against her wishes, he started whispering to her to calm down.
Our Anny was wet with fear, she was scared and his voice by her ear was making everything worse. Her cries seemed to annoy him and he started shouting at her.
"Where are you running to? Why are you crying? You should love me and want me. Who are you running too? You are mine so where are you running to?"
She couldn't hold herself as the fear started seeping into her bones and somehow along the whole angry and everything going on, he mistakenly pressed the camera button. The shutter sound froze her. She couldn't move, she couldn't breath, all that was in her head was the fear that he was back. He was back and she couldn't move.
He began to drag her when he realized that she wasn't moving again, thinking she had calmed down and she was soon going to be his. He was taking her to his car when she snapped out of the trace again. Her mind shouting for her to run far away. She was couldn't leave through that again.
Anny suddenly dragged her hand from his and turned to run, he turned around, cussing as he chased after her. Just at the end of the alley was a piece of long metal sticking out of metal bin. Her leg scratched against the metal, dragging her skin with it, leaving her bloody and a chuck of her flesh still at the metal tip. The sudden pain slowed her down and that immediately let him catch her. In a fit of anger, he threw her to the wall.
Our dear Anny didn't make it to the wall. She fell into the metal sticking out. She felt the metal pass through her from the back and heard as it ruptured her flesh, she tasted the blood in her mouth as the metal drove its way through her heart and watched as this metal cane through her. She saw it, the chuck of flesh that had been torn form her leg still somehow at the top of the metal dripping with her own blood.
He started down at her and heard her last words.
"Thank God I didn't die in his hands"