She walked alone in the woods. Not sure where she was going, but defiantly not the way she came. Her mom a druggie and her dad a drunk. Never really cared for, but left to fend for herself. She had many scars all down her wrist. She didn't want to live, at least not where she was. So she walk alone in the woods. In the darkest of the night, in the deepest of the woods. She walked and walked, inches and inches, feet and feet, miles, and miles. There was no sign of a road just an over whelming amount of woods. She thought of music. Oh how she loved music the only thing that made her the slightest bit happy, the only thing that kept her alive. She walked and walked it was getting darker. Only the slightest bit of light was shed from the moon and stars above. She thought about her life. Why was it so bad? did she deserve this? she hadn't thought she did anything wrong, anything to deserve this. Although it would bug her till the end of time she stopped thinking about it for now. She carry a bag on her back as she walked. The bag was filled with some clothes, water, a little food, an Ipod with charger and headphones, and a razor. She stopped and pulled the razor out of her bag, she continued walking. Staring at the razor and the looking at all the scars on her wrist. Slowly a couple tears fell down her face. She put the razor against her skin and pushed down and ran it across her arm. She watched as the blood dripped from her arm, many more tears were falling now. Twice more she repeated the swift motion of the blade, more and more tears falling each time. She was stilling walking well doing so and she didn't see a root of tree and tripped and fell, the blade flying out of her hand. She sat down for a while and cried, this wasn't very different from any other night, but instead of being on her bathroom floor she was lost in the middle of the woods with no where to go. After a while of crying she pulled it together and stated walking again, there was still a little blood coming from her wrist but it wasn't has bad as before. She kept walking deeper and deeper, farther and farther. All of a sudden she heard a stick snap. She stopped frozen in her tracks and looked around not being able to see much she decided it was some little harmless creature. She continued walking and walking. Until she heard another stick snap, checking under her feet to make sure it wasn't her that was snapping the sticks. There were no sticks under her feet. She began to feel a little frightened and the fright only grew when all of a sudden she heard one after the other a bunch of sticks snapping, the sound growing closer and closer to her. For some odd reason she started to think of music, probably because it was the one thing she has left that made her happy. All of a sudden and man with a deep dark voice said "don't worry dear. it wont hurt much. enjoy your last few seconds." she could her the evil twisted grin on his faced as he said the words. She started to cry and started to sing because she want to die with thing she loved. Her life ended with a scream, she was left in the woods without her bag, because the man who killed her took it. After a few days her parents noticed she was gone and called the police saying they were worried that their daughter was gone even though they really just wanted her to clean the house. The police began there search. they looked and looked, weeks went by. Till one day she was found, her little lifeless body found in the woods. Once her parents heard they were mad that she would not be there to clean and to make the food, but the had acted as they were mad at who ever killed her. They held a small funeral not wanting to waste to much money for the pathetic cause. At the funeral the song the girl had begun to sing that night was played although no one knew how it started to play, it was playing and almost sounded like the girl herself was singing it.
