Ellie's Demise

The girl cried as she sat in the back of the car. She didn't know why because she knew what was coming. She had nothing to fear... Nothing really. Death was a definite fact in life right? She might not have wanted it to happen now but it was going too...

The attacker clumsily climbed out of the car before opening the back door and brutally dragging her out with him. Her hands were tied behind her back so she fell heavily, a pained wince escaped her as her cheek made contact with the gravel.

"Kneel bitch." A harsh voice ordered from over her before she was grabbed again and forced to kneel. "You should be begging for your life. For the simple mundane fact you so desperately want to go to Ibiza right?" He knelt down in front of her, his eyes cold. "It's where it's, right?" He said the right this time more emphasised, more aggressive. She just merely whimpered.

So she might have been a cold bitch recently but that didn't mean she deserved to die. No one deserved to die really. She looked at him.

"Let me go..." She said in a voice braver than she thought she'd have been able to muster.
"Over your dead body." Then he laughed at his joke as he started to rise. "Because that's what it'll be." He moved behind her, bending so that he could whisper in her ear. "Dead."

The cold metal of the gun parted her hair and she whimpered as she heard his fingers flex. The trigger was pulled.

No pain was felt as the bullet tore through her brain. No pain was felt as her body slumped, face first, into the gravel.

He laughed coldly before starting the engine and driving around her.