Silent Pleas (narrative)...

the blackness was closing in all around her as she sank to her knees, the words caught in her throat so no sound could come from her mouth. around her neck a rope was tied, waiting for somebody to pull it and end her pain. something glistened in the moonlight, an eerie shimmering glow that surrounded her kneeling form on the floor. upon closer inspection it was seen to be a liquid, flowing freely from her arms and through her shirt from her sides. she wrapped her arms around herself tightly as the scene slipped in and out of focus, gasping for breath and pleading silently to be saved. the salt of her sorrowful tears mixed with the ever growing pool of her own blood and caused it to ripple. closing her eyes, she prayed to god, pleading with him, asking him for forgiveness, she knew her time was almost up and she begged him to give those she loved the strength to get through whatever horrors they endured. as she opened them she saw a silhouette standing in front of her, the features and identity of the person kept a closely guarded secret by the shadows of the moon. she looked up and tried to cry out, to ask him for help to save her from the mess she was in. for it was not her who had done this to herself, for once it was not her own desperate cry for help, but somebody else who had tied the rope and slashed her veins. she knew she had been playing with fire that day, but she could never have forseen this coming, this reaction to a seemingly worthless comment. as she looked up, her eyes pleading with the unknown shadow, she watched it grow closer, almost glide in the cold breeze. it was over in a second, she glimpsed his face as he drove the dagger through her heart and tied the rope to a tree, leaving her pathetic body for the rest of the world to see when it awoke.