The screams filled the midnight air, her petrified eyes looked into mine as the cool, silver, tip went threw her pure, pale skin. Dropping to the cement ground the red stained the snow like skin sinfully. Her once petrified eyes slowly drained of color and life, her final gasps of breath filled the winter air, like a cloud of smoke. I run off into the distance hearing the faint sound of sirens fill the quiet air.All Rights Reserved