Rose

She walked down a road, not knowing where she was going, or even caring. Her pale evening dress was stained thickly with blood, as were her hands and her arms. Her face was also pale but the tear marks seemed to shine outwards from her skin. Her hair, once a neat bun, now looked like it had been pulled away from her head and was hanging from it. In truth it was. He had ripped it off. Breaking her, literally. Almost killing her. She also wished that she was the one to die.

Rose was her name. pretty, smart and outgoing. A few years ago she had everything. A loving boyfriend, a baby on the way and a roof over her head. Now all she had was her thoughts. Thoughts that would torture her mind forever. Obviously, her baby was born and she grew up to be a beautiful young lady. But not for long. Now her body lies on cold, hard concrete. Her eyes never to see the world again. Her lips never to smile again and he ears never to hear to sounds of the world again.