Post by Photograph on Aug 14, 2006 18:35:23 GMT -5
A lone girl strolled down the parking lot. Unaware of her location, she was quite scared. But her instincts told her to keep walking, straight out of town. Nothing had gone right. Austin had expressed his feelings for her, and she denied him. He started cutting himself, but Daniel beat the crap out of him, telling him to stop. Ashlee was a wreck, a dirty, dingy red tee and a pair of soiled jeans her attire. Her feet bore black spongebob flipflops, the kind you get at the suvenier stores.
She kept walking, blonde tresses blocking her visage. Unware of a shady figure stalking her, her shadow long and black trailing behind her. She dragged her heels, head down, eyes watching as gravel flew by. Suddenly a hand came into veiw, and clamped tightly on her mouth. A slight scream creased the air, but was muffled by the gloved hand. The other hand reached down, feeling her pockets. Nothing. A curse cut through the night, and the guy taped her mouth, shoving her against the side of the old, burnt building. Ashlee's eyes, wide with fear, were filmed with tears. She recognised the face, she was sure, but WHO was it? A ghost of the past, maybe?
His hands roamed to her hips, where he gripped her butt. No, not this again. Not the thing that had sent her suicidal. She had gotten her memory erased for it. Not this. It was too coinsidental. She felt the creep start to unsnap her pants. She struggled, kicking, but her arms were taped, with strong duct tape. She tried to use her tounge to take off the tape on her mouth, but she couldn't. Cursing as he managed to slide down her jeans, she struggled harder. It was no use....
♣When there is no sun, no moon...♣
She kept walking, blonde tresses blocking her visage. Unware of a shady figure stalking her, her shadow long and black trailing behind her. She dragged her heels, head down, eyes watching as gravel flew by. Suddenly a hand came into veiw, and clamped tightly on her mouth. A slight scream creased the air, but was muffled by the gloved hand. The other hand reached down, feeling her pockets. Nothing. A curse cut through the night, and the guy taped her mouth, shoving her against the side of the old, burnt building. Ashlee's eyes, wide with fear, were filmed with tears. She recognised the face, she was sure, but WHO was it? A ghost of the past, maybe?
His hands roamed to her hips, where he gripped her butt. No, not this again. Not the thing that had sent her suicidal. She had gotten her memory erased for it. Not this. It was too coinsidental. She felt the creep start to unsnap her pants. She struggled, kicking, but her arms were taped, with strong duct tape. She tried to use her tounge to take off the tape on her mouth, but she couldn't. Cursing as he managed to slide down her jeans, she struggled harder. It was no use....
♣When there is no sun, no moon...♣
