Writing stories has always been my creative outlet when dancing or singing wasn't good enough. Through stories I felt like I was connecting with whoever I was writing about, even if I've never met that person. This story is about meeting my guardian Angel, Henna. I apologize if this story makes you bawl your eyes out. Enjoy!

He took an empty beer bottle and broke it, then he hit her over the head. Then he took a knife and stabbed her. She was unconsious when he stabbed her, but i was there the whole time, hiding in a cubboard. I watched her bleed to death, and i watched him laugh. No one ever found out.

One moment she was breathing, the next she was on the ground unconscious. One moment she finds her boyfriend's deadly girlfriend past, the next...she was also saying goodbye.