Her skin was as pale as the snow.
Her hair as dark as the night sky.
Her clothes were as dull as an average winters day.
Her stick like figure leant against a tall willow tree.
It was a late December night, the wind was howling and not a person in sight.
That's what he saw..
From his window..
For the last couple of months this was repeated, the same girl would lean against the same tree and look up to the same night sky.
12am every.. single.. night.
Until one day.. she just didn't turn up.
He was fine with that, of course... but.. that was until things started going south.
He'd see her scrawny body everywhere, in the windows, in his friends, in posters, on the tv.. everywhere.
Everywhere he went she followed.
