Premanition829

The girl lay in the sticky red liquid oozing from the various lacerations on her cold, paling skin. Holwing winds and biting rain did little to aid her in her dire state. Not even the comforting glow of the moon is to be seen through the thick blanket of clouds overhead. Unrelenting pain of this drawn-out torture once unbearable has disolved into utter numbness and immobility. Maniacal laughter is but a lullaby to her deafening ears. The horrid, bloody skeleton paint on his body a soothing image to her ever-failing sight. What had been a nightmare shifts to a dream. Her conciousness begins to fade out as the sun does set. Silently, and happil