She wlks along the street,
her hands in her pockets,cold and wet,
wanting to get home as soon as she could,
behind her she can hear foot steps,
but wont turn round,
she turns down a passage,the foot steps follow her,
she turns round to look but it too late,
she feels the knife on her neck,
she lies on the floor,all alone,untill she falls asleep forever.
