The snow piled on her un-living body. Her body quivered. Not from the cold but from the stake. She was lying in an abandoned house. Her blood poured out. Her eyes red rimed and blood-shot. Her lips where white blue but you would never be able to tell because blood gushed from her mouth onto her lips. She had been striped of all clothes almost. She still had on her pants and tank top. Her fur coat and her favorite black tee-shirt and black tennis shoes where taken. She loved black. She knew what they looked like. If she could just get help. Then it came to her. Her cell phone. She was weak but she managed to get it out of her pocket. She called her former boyfriend and when he picked up she cried and said "Devin. Please get help. I'm at 228 Black Street Lane". How'd you get there? I was coming home from school when a black mustang pulled put beside me. The man pulled a gun and ordered me to get in the back. I did as he asked. He picked up this other girl. She was about 20. Black hair and jade green eyes. He killed her and shot me.
Just stop asking questions and get help. He put a stake though my chest. Not in my heart but very close.
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I don't know when I died but I know it hurt. Yet I'm not real. I now a figment of your imagination.

                          You had good reason

       You broke my heart but I let it slide. You had good reason for breaking it but you made me sad and I don't like it. I loved you but I guess you didn't see that. My hearts in pieces with no one to pick them up. I'm all alone in a world of sadness but that's alright because you had good reason.