Every night her glare penetrates through the branches of the trees which frame the road, as she stalks her usual route through the street of darkness.
The rhinestone sunken in the sky is her only light.
Her milky complexion is lit up by the jewel of the night.
Her eyes sparkle with what once was mistaken for happiness, they shine with hate. Hate towards everyone.
In her dark eyes, everyone is damned, everyone is cursed, everyone is despised.
Her stare reaches ahead infront of her, scanning the road, she doesn't let out a breath.
She walked straight ahead, as blood makes its way down her vibrant red cheeks, almost like tears, full of sadness, instead they're full of hate and dismay.
She smiles, as her blood trails through her perfectly full lips and down to her jaw.
It drops onto the pale white dress she wore.
It's been so long, that the dress was yellowed, and had dirt on it.
Blood stains, all over the dress, dirt and mud.
She didn't care, she held her umbrella up, like every night.
Every night, she took the same walk, the same route, night.
Every night, the same thing replays in her mind.
The night from ten years ago, she will never forget, the screetch of brakes, her agonising scream, and the pain.
She looked down at her stomach, the dress helf a huge red, now dark and yellowing, red stain on it, as she remembered the tearing like sensation.
She sighed as she looked down, and rememberd who led her to this.
Her eyebrows arched in more hate as she walked and walked, barefoot, remembering how she walked out of her house, and why she walked out.
She remembered how that foul creature made her walk out.
Her father, that drunk, she absolutely hated her.
All he ever brought her was pain.
Nobody cared about whats going on with her, she told them. She told them she was sick, but nobody believed her.
Her hate got bigger and bigger as she had it thrown upon her.
Some say that very late at night, you can still hear her screams for help as she was being killed.
Some say it was a stranger that hit her, some say it was her father.
As the wind whirls around in the winter weather, screaming the name 'Dorothy'.
