A broken Wicker basket {Hannah's deathpost}

Fresh snow lay like a thin blanket over the ground as I crunched my way towards the factory. The cold air was no match for my new, warm jacket and my earmuffs. The only part of me that was slightly cold was my nose. But then again, my nose was almost always cold. My boots crunched along the slick road, carefully picking through the non-icy spots in quick little springs. I started humming my favorite tune as I walked, "Little wicker basket, full of treats, carried by a girl, with rosy red cheeks." I murmered. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going or the fact that someone was following me until it was too late. Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around me and I was pulled back against a males body. With one hand, he held me to him and with the other, he held a knife to my throat. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I screamed. The hand holding the knife came over my mouth, keeping me quiet. "Well, what do we have here, a pretty little girl on her way to work, well I'm afraid you'll never get there" the man said maliciously. He dragged me behind a building and proceeded to rape me. It hurt. Please, make it stop. It hurts so much I pleaded silently, tears streaming down my face.

Once the man was done with me, he began to beat me. Hitting me, kicking me, cutting me with his knife. The ground around me was red with blood. I screamed but nobody could hear me. Over time, my struggles became weaker and weaker until I was too tired to continue. Just let me die I begged silently. The man left when he thought I was dead and how I wished I was. I wanted to be dead. I hurt so much. I looked around hazily noticing with muted horror that I was covered in blood. What a bitter way to die I thought as more blood welled from my wounds and eventually began coming out of my mouth. I couldn't breathe, the blood blocked my airway. The world began to fade and turn to black. I closed my eyes, knowing I would be dead in a moment, and my heart stopped beating.

When I opened my eyes again, I was not laying on the ground covered in blood, in fact, I was clean and healthy. I looked around before noticing that my dead family members were all there. My grandmother smiled at me serenly. "Welcome home, Hannah" she said, giving me a hug. I hugged her back before looking at the home I was leaving behind. I knew my parents would miss me but I knew that the man responsible for my death would get what he deserved. My grandma put her hand on my back and led me home.

ooc:Hannah Wickers is dead, she was killed by a vicious man who raped, beat her and left her to die.