Dark coloured locks whipped at flushed cheeks, shivering in the cold, harsh wind, stood Annabella.
She was currently laying on the previous park bench in fear and confusion, gazing upwards comprehending what had just earlier happened.
A concealed, yet frightening man had appeared, as it seemed, out of nowhere, a butcher knife firmly in his murderous grip.
Taking a heavy needed breath, she examed her limb. Nothing too severe; a long, but shallow slash branded het forearm. This didn't effect her much, it onlu stung a bit.
Annabella shut her eyes tight in fear as the image of two bloody bodies vividly flash before her eyes; Her grandparents.
