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The young woman continued down the street, her hands quivering as she attempted to hold her already soaked coat around her shoulders. Weary and tired, she lifted her head to gaze down the sidewalk, frowning at the sight of darkened windows, and tightly shut doors. Though she didn't like the idea of trusting a stranger, as people said, desperate times called for desperate measures. If just this once, she would have to throw herself from the cliff, hoping someone would be at the bottom to catch her.
It was still raining pretty hard as she approached a dim street lamp, leaning up against it to catch her breath. Her body was suddenly swept away in a rushing river of intense pain, and at this she cried out, whipping the front end of her coat open to assess her worsening injuries. You didn't need to be a doctor to realize that she was clearly tortured by the damage done to her. Deep cuts, and bruises of the nastiest colors decorated her skin as if it were a canvas, and her knees were shaking with an obvious struggle to keep her standing.
Where do I go?...
She questioned herself. If the woman were to describe how she felt, she might tell you it was like every cell of her body was screaming in agony. One thing was certain....If she couldn't find help soon, her name would be the one referred to in tomorrows newspaper headline reading,
Mysterious body found dead in the street


End of Chapter 1