The stars were beautiful.
Looking up at them, it looks like they go on for an infinite through out the atmosphere. Millions and millions of them everywhere and no one can count them. Ever.
The wind brushes my face and a cold chill runs up my spine, making me shiver.
Under me is a layer of soft grass and flowers that are about as comfortable as a bed.
It's that perfect mix of light and dark all around me, not to dark but just enough to spark your imagination about lingering monsters under your bed.
Everywhere around me I saw perfection. Just like when I look at our family Christmas card. One flawless blonde lady with a dashing husband at her side and two beautiful Children in front, smiling from ear to ear.
To everyone else we looked perfect but we also have flaws. Trust me on this one.
The night was beautiful but there was one problem.
I was laying her in the middle I this field because someone raped me, beat me up and left me here to die.
I was in horrible pain everywhere and it was my fault. I trusted the wrong people so I guess I was begging for this to happen for me.
Just before I blacked out, a thought flashed across my head and I was hoping, praying someone would find me.
- Hannah :)