A Light Along a Tunnel

Her breath hitched in her throat as the pounding of her heart beat in time with the sound of her feet hitting the concreted ground below her. She willed her self to run faster even though the muscles in her legs clenched, telling her to stop. The moon's eerie glow reflected off the silver rails of the cemetery as she sprinted towards the exit.

*I'll make it, I know I will*

Her throat was sore from her heavy panting and the cold air that hit her face made her nose numb. She could see out of the corner of her eye a fast blur of shadowy limbs chasing her in and out of the jagged gravestones. She could see the gates getting nearer, she could feel how soon she'll be out of this dark secluded maze and into the safety of the busy main road.

*When I get there they'll see me....I hope*

The trees swayed gently in the wind as if dancing to an old song, that consisted of joined beats and flowing dresses. She continued to move her legs in the familiar motion feeling as if the running would never end, when she saw it, that blur in the corner of her sight that told her what ever it was it was in front.

*Oh God, please help*

Her slim frost bitten hand gripped on to the glittering silver door and pulled, feeling her arm strain she gave one last tug as the gate swung open. The Tar road was illuminated by the street lights. She ran into the road waving her arms in a lively movement. The small hunched creature clung to the side walls and reached out. She turned her head to look at what had been so desperate to catch her. When a piercing car horn echoed through her ears, she turned her neck sharply. She had no time to run as the smell of burnt tires filled the air and the lights flashed into her dilated pupils.

*NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*

The man stepped out of his 6 wheeled lorry to see what all the noise was about. He walked around the long vehicle and stood in front of the dirty monster of transport. The sight in front of him made him run back to his seat of high safety. He sat in the sit for a moment.

*Should I leave? No I can't leave, she still might be alive/Oh come on! You were there she was 100% dead*

He pondered putting the key in the ignition and returning to the speeding highway. When he gathered his courage and stepped out of the drivers seat he didn't notice the mangled figure of what cast such a horrid look on the victims face. He leaned down and covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief. He looked over the body of the dead teenage girl and had to turn away. Her hair was matted to the sides of her face, clumped up by blood seeping from her head wound. Her eyes looked like the deepest glass, specks of diamonds falling from her dieing soul. The smell gliding from her body with the air made the strangers head spin. He pulled from his orange bomber jacket a mobile, he flipped the silver screen and punched in three numbers.....999.

Her body shivered with pain as her spine touched the damp ground. An awful smell withered around her until she realised she wasn't just in pain, she was dieing. At that moment a blinding jolt of pain stabbed at her heart and her vision cleared for a second, but that was all that was needed to see the outline of a rough man.

"What's ya name, luv?" He asked bending down as he placed his phone into his pocket. Her throat stung but she managed to whisper her name as the blackness enveloped her.

"Pansy......"