Hannah Murphy is dead, murder in the depths of the night.
Hannah Murphy had everything going for her; captain of the cheer-leading squad, dating the quarterback of the football, gorgeous. She had the world in the palm of her hands. Who would murde...
Prologue involves blood, gore, and death. If this upsets you in any way shape or form. I would recommend not reading this.
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HANNAH LOVED SHOPPING as much as a little kid loves candy.
Her hands gripping onto endless amounts of bags as she shuffled through each store she loved. It was addicting. At the age of 15 she made a goal that she wanted to make enough money to not have to look at the price tag. She did just. After all, working for Calvin Klein sure did pay off.
It was Saturday, so of course there was a party at James's. She wanted to look good so she stopped at her favorite store and picked out a nice casual green dress with tan booties. She already had her favorite jewelry so she didn't need anymore.
She needed to head home before the party started to get clean.
She grabbed her keys from her Michael Kors bag and held them in her hand while walking back into the car.
The parking garage was sketchy from time to time and today wasn't an exception. She quickened her pace until a hand came across her mouth. She gasped, shrieking under the persons grip.
"Shut up!"
Tears pricked her eyes as she hoped and prayed to whoever that she would escape this guys grasp. Terrified, she picked up her leg from behind and pushed it against his stomach with so much force, his hand slipped from her mouth.
Her bags fell to the floor as she ran for her life, literally. She snapped her head back and forth, frantically looking for a person, a moving car, anything or anyone. She didn't realize that she was about to run into a car - a car she didn't want to run into.
Everything was fuzzy when she hit her head on the ground. The last thing she remembers was the guy bending down and pressing a wet cloth against her nose and mouth. She eventually faded into a deep slumber.
"What should we do first?"
"Dump the dumb bitch out on the side of the road."
She woke up to a pitch black closed in space. More than likely a trunk since she heard voices coming from the side of her. Her hands were tied up so tight to the point it almost cut of circulation. She needed to remind calm and keep herself collected. All she wanted to do was be at home in her mothers arm.
She prayed that she would get out alive. She prayed that someone would find her or James would realize that she was late. She prayed that someone would realize something is wrong.
The car came to a jolt and she went flying forward knocking her head on something sharp. She could feel the blood dripping down her head seconds later. She let out a cry at the fact her head hurt and she was scared.
"Please, someone, just find me." She whispered to herself.
The trunk flung open to two guys dressed in black head to toe. She cried out, her lungs heaving for air. Her whole body shook with fear. The guys bent down, laughing like evil Hyenas, grabbing her and throwing her to the ground.
Her head hit the cold hard cement sending an ache throughout it, a shooting pain was sent down her spine, and she felt her arm crack. Her cried out in even more pain. A broken bone and messed up back with at least one brain trauma.
"No one is going to save you, Hannah."
"What do you want?" She screamed. "Money? Sex?"
One guy bent down to her level, "I want you dead."
"What did I do to make you hate me so much you want me dead?"
One other guy grabbed a video camera, pointing it down at Hannah. She screamed at the top of her lungs hoping someone would hear her. The guys laughed as one other pulled out a sharp object she couldn't make out from the tears.
"Any last words?"
"Please don't do this! I will do anything!"
The guy pointed the sharp object to her stomach barely stabbing it in. Tears streamed down her face as he pushed it in further. Her piercing screams echoed throughout the wind, carrying it through the crisps trees.
Stab wound after wound, the left her to die. The video camera placed a distance away from her. The wanted to whoever found her to see how brutal they were. Barely hanging on. Her pulse was weak and her breathing was fading and her vision decreased. She prayed once again that someone would find her.
"Mom, dad," she manage to get out, "I- I love yo-"
Seconds later, she felt herself fade from life into the afterlife.
A/N: I hope you will all like this story, for the first time in forever something sparked in my mind. It will get better, I promise! Happy reading, loves!
