• Beth walked quietly, her books clutched like a life saver to her chest, her dark chestnut hair falling straighter than razors around her bleak, oddly blank face, her eyes, eyes that used to be the brightest of brown and shine as bright as the sun, were black and dark, holding some sort of guilty, of sadness, loneliness, her nose, witch was always so perfect and symmetrical, was thin. Beth's whole face was gaunt and thin, her high cheekbones looking even higher in her thin face, a face filled with loneliness so severe, people didn't know how to deal with it and would rather not. The young teenager used to be beautiful, happy, loved by her family, cherished by her friends. Until that fatal incident, an incident where Beth should have died, but did not.
    Beth couldn't keep the excitement contained any more and burst our laughing in pure ecstasy, her light brown eyes glowing, her light chestnut hair bouncing straight around her face, her pale coral pink lips pursed to stop the loud laugh. Her mother appeared from behind the twelve year old, her smile radiant, her usually peaceful expression happy, her round face glowing with a mixture of serenity and happiness. Beth's mother had the same light, feathery, straight chestnut hair, always flowing around her shoulders, down to her waist, where it stopped. Even in it's length, it was light and airy, seeming to float around the slim woman with supple curves and willowy body. But instead of light, glowing brown eyes, her eyes were a clear, bright blue, filled with calm, peace, serenity, but containing something unknown as well. Like deep, clear pools of fresh nature water, tilted because of her Asian origins, her skin pale as a porcelain doll, but creamy, due to her mother being Irish and her father Asian, her face round and glowing like the full moon. She looked a delicate porcelain doll, but she was the opposite. Her mother was tough, and ready to work on the garden or other thing's Beth's father couldn't do when he got hurt. Beth's father came behind her mother, Willow, and hugged her tightly. Her father was lean and muscular, but not grotesquely so. He had a strong face that matched his workers body, a sharp, set jaw, strong and perfect. He had a shock of dark, tousled black hair and sparkling light brown eyes like Beth's own pair. He always reminded her of a proud stallion, strong and perfect, in her eyes at least. Beth's mother laughed freely, a musical, cordial sound that Beth loved to hear. Her father chuckled, deep and strong. Then, they both wrapped her in their arms, glowing, creamy white and strong, muscular tan ones. Her father spun her mother and planted a kiss on her full, pale coral lips. Beth blushed and pushed them until they parted and got into the car.
    Beth's mother was sitting in the front, her father driving, Beth strapped in safely in the back. They headed out, the tiny silver Prius the sound all around them. Soon, the windows slid down, cold air whipping in and stirring Willow's and Beth's chestnut hair. They giggled wildly, laughing to an unknown symphony. Beth's father chuckled along with them, twisting to look at Beth, his eyes sparkling. Then, so sudden Beth didn't have enough time to scream, something rammed head first into them. The terrible shrieking of metal against metal as their car slid backwards hurt Beth's ears badly. She covered her ears, but not before she heard another, terrible shrieking and screaming from her mother and father. They screamed in pain and writhed in the front seat. Beth's mother had a large gash in her stomach, pink gooey stuff spilling out as well as dark red, rich blood, another large crack in her head, as though she had cracked like a porcelain doll. Her father was screaming in pain, then in agony, then in horror as Beth's mother went limp, her wide, round blue eyes darkening and glazing over, her chest no longer moving. Beth's father had terrible, deep lacerations all over, one particularly large located on his head, which looked dented, caved in from the force. Beth watched her parents die with her own eyes, the poor child too scared to know was was going on. Soon, the life ebbed from her father's own golden brown eyes and he went limp as well.
    As the Beth girl walked by, Anthony sneered playfully and socked his nearest friend. He was handsome, with spiky blond hair and gorgeous liquid blue eyes that could make a girl faint. The Beth girl was pathetic, weak, so quiet and shy she didn't socialize. She was stupid, and blunt. But very pretty. Too bad she was straight up cold. He lips pulled back in a creepy, handsome smile, baring his teeth to Beth. She shivered and gave him the doe in the headlights look. He walked over, his group joining him. They circled the poor wittle girl, Anthony bared his teeth in another charming, fearful smile. Beth stared into Anthony's eyes, mesmerized by his handsome looks. Then, he shoved her away from him. Beth stumbled back, shocked, but remained silent. Then, he pulled her towards him in a tender embrace and snarled into her ear,"Is poor Bethy scared? Aww, poor Bethy's scared because her mommy and daddy can't protect her. Because their dead."
    Beth broke away, sobbing and crying wildly. Her hair was a mess as she screamed wildly, a crazy light in her eyes as she reached home. she couldn't take it any more, living with a neglectful, emotionless relative. The pain was too much. She needed her mother and father again. She searched for a sharp object, wanting, needing the feel of pain, wanting her blood to be spilled. Maybe then the guilt would go away. Finally, she found it. A sharp, glittering knife. She stabbed at her wrist wildly. Then, she remember she would have to go down the vein. Her eyes were filled with a wild, crazy lights as she ran it down vertically, deep into her flesh. Then, the life ebbed from their now dark depths and she fell, her chest no longer moving. A smile tilted the corner of her lips as her last thought floated across her mind,'I'm coming mother, I'm coming father.'
    Anthony smirked as Beth ran. She seemed so broken, so utterly lost. Good, he liked it that way. After all, nothing too drastic would happen. What's one more word?