The Girl Under The Tree

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The girl scrambled under the tree. Looking for something. Anything. She was desperate to find help in some sort. She knows she doesn't have enough time. She can hear the footsteps getting closer. The man was looking for her. She shuts her eyes tight, thinking. Realising she has no other option, she opens her eyes and gathers her thin shreds of strength.

She needs someone to know. A justice for her death. That man is going to kill her and she knows it. She grabs a stone and starts to peck at the tree, hurriedly.  The letters were forming, but they were faint. She didn't have the strength to carve deeper into the bark. The stone slips away when she is about to finish the last letter. She lets out a frustrated sigh.

No one is going to look at this stupid tree, try to run, try to escape.

But she doesn't want to give up. She knows it's the end and this is a thin hope before death. That someone will look.

The man stops when he finds her under the tree. He smiles. It would have been a mess if she had escaped, she would have told everyone. The man can't have that surely.  It will ruin his reputation. Anything to save his reputation. 

He walks calmly to her, he doesn't want her to start running again. She doesn't seem to have noticed him till he reached out and pulled at her hair. The girl let out a scream at the pain. The man punches a hard blow on the girl's cheek. It resulted in a satisfying crunch. It was enough to shut the girl up. He wanted to hit her again but knew better of it. The forensic would find out. He needed to handle her carefully. He doesn't want cops at his door.

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