The girl sat in the corner of the decaying alleyway. The overwhelming, revolting scents of mould and death lingered into the air, the girls stomach quenching. The alley was filled with broken glass, the walls on either side dropped a rock now and then. The girl climbed to her feet, stumbling along the ground, hazed and dreary. More often than not she would slip, the ragged clothes she wore that barely covered her got ripped and torn and her flesh ripped open. Shards of the glass even stuck to her skin, the girl panting and crying, begging for mercy. When she reached the bottom of the alley, the blood from the cuts had covered most of her exposed skin. It was like she had been swimming in a pool of tomato ketchup.
She fell at the knees of the prison guard that had sentenced her to the alley, the life of pain. Begging and pleading she screamed "Please! Please free me! I beg of you! Please let me go! I am innocent!" The prison guard slapped the girl on the cheek, and dragged her by her hair back to her spot in the alley. The broken glass caused gashes down to the bone, the girl numb now with pain. She screamed and pleaded, but she was numb.
Weeks past, years, everyday the same. The old scars would heal, and she would plead once more for her freedom but the same thing would happen. She would be denied and hurt and told she would never be free. She would suffer for eternity. She had enough, had enough fighting had enough trying. Everyone else in the alley had given up on her and told her to stop. To accept her slow, painful death. Though the girl was determined. She was powerful, she wanted to be free. Only this time when she made it to the bottom of the alley, she was created by a woman in white robes, she was beautiful, pleasant, and took pity on the girl. She took her away, and gave her the freedom she wanted. The girl was ecstatic, proud, she was a fighter and she had gained her freedom. Against all the odds she had made it out of the alley.
While sitting, in her perfect clothing on a comfortable chair in the perfect lady's palace, the girls hair was the most beautiful she had ever seen it ad her face the most flawless. She left beautiful, she left free. Though when the lady returned she was bitter, and had changed into black robes. She smiled that ever pleasant smile but a chill ran through the girls spine. The lady walked her to the doors of the palace, that opened out into the happy world, and as she opened the door she went to hug the girl. "Goodbye, my beautiful. Goodbye." With her final word she lifted a sword from the pocket of her robe and rose it high in the air before plunging it through the girls back, right through to the girls heart. The cold lady snickered and crackled "You pathetic fool! Happiness does not exist! You spent years trying! Trying to be happy?! For what?! You're dead! You're dead and no one cares! No one ever came to set you free! No one! Never!" As the girl fell to the floor this time she did not put up a fight. She just lay there. She let death consume her. Tears streamed down her face as she muffled with the one last remaining breathe she could cough up, closing her eyes to capture the image of the murder weapon, a grin crossing over her mouth, with a soft laugh that ended with a gasp. "Saviour."
