"I want it done right this time. No iffy situations like the car accident. I don't care how, just do it as soon as possible. I need her gone before its too late."
She had heard it with her own ears. Snow had known her step mother was cruel and unusual, but to try and kill her? To set something up like this? She would have never thought the woman would go so far. It scared her. She wasn't sure what to do at first, but knew whatever it was, she had to do it quickly. Who knew when the man her step mother was talking to was going to act. She packed what she could into a book bag, some clothes, a book of stories her mother had given her as a child, a picture of she, her brother, and her parents, and what little money she had(which wasn't much at all). She wasn't sure what she would do when she was out, but she just had to leave. And she had to leave now.
She looked out of her bedroom room. She was on the second story of the rather large house, so this would be difficult. Her room faced the back yard and in the back yard was the rather old trampoline she and her brother used to play on when they were a little younger. At least, when he had been with her. Now it was a little rusted, and she knew this was taking a huge leap of faith, literally, but she had a feeling if she tried sneaking down the stairs she would get caught. She crouched on her window sill, and taking a deep breath, she jumped, wincing as she landed on the old tarp, the springs squeaking in protest, but thankful holding her weight. She crawled off of the trampoline and hurried to go around the house, gasping when she almost ran right into a man.
Whether her step mother had known she was going to tr to run away, or the man who had been hired to kill her just happened to pick this moment to do the deed she would never know, but the man grabbed her and covered her mouth with a gag to keep her from screaming before he dragged her struggling form into the large expanse of woods behind the house. He took her deeper and deeper into the woods and threw her roughly on the ground. Fear welled up inside of snow as she layed there, sobbing, waiting for the man to do what ever he was going to do to her.
The man grabbed her by her long dark hair and jerked her up to her knees. She thought for sure that was going to be the end. That he would kill her then and there. There was a long pause though and next thing she knew, she felt a slash of the blade and the sudden release of her. Looking back, she saw the man holding her long hair in his hands. He was going to use the hair as proof of him 'killing' her, "Leave now. And never return, or it might be your step mother to do the killing."
Snow looked at him for a moment and jerking the gag from her mouth she said a quick thank you to him before she ran off, this time going further into the snowy woods. It was cold, and she was sore, still recovering physically from her recent car wreck apparently caused by her step mother trying to get rid of her. Snow blew around her and as she looked around, she realized she had no idea where she was, or how to even get out of the forest. Still, she continued on, she trembling as she ran, darting between the trees until she couldn't run any more. She fell into the snow, shivering, curling up there, sobbing. Maybe her step mother would get what she wanted. Maybe she would die out in the woods. That would make things easier for the woman. Make it seem even more like an accident. A poor runaway girl caught in a snow storm. The perfect cover story.
She thought it ironic. Her mother had named her Snow because she and been born outside, when her mother and father had been on a camping rip and it snowed. And now, she would die outside in the snow. Born in the snow, and died in the snow. It seemed right and yet wrong all at the same time.
Curling up more into her ball as the snow fell on her, she closed her eyes, letting the darkness of sleep take her in for what she thought to be the last time.
She had heard it with her own ears. Snow had known her step mother was cruel and unusual, but to try and kill her? To set something up like this? She would have never thought the woman would go so far. It scared her. She wasn't sure what to do at first, but knew whatever it was, she had to do it quickly. Who knew when the man her step mother was talking to was going to act. She packed what she could into a book bag, some clothes, a book of stories her mother had given her as a child, a picture of she, her brother, and her parents, and what little money she had(which wasn't much at all). She wasn't sure what she would do when she was out, but she just had to leave. And she had to leave now.
She looked out of her bedroom room. She was on the second story of the rather large house, so this would be difficult. Her room faced the back yard and in the back yard was the rather old trampoline she and her brother used to play on when they were a little younger. At least, when he had been with her. Now it was a little rusted, and she knew this was taking a huge leap of faith, literally, but she had a feeling if she tried sneaking down the stairs she would get caught. She crouched on her window sill, and taking a deep breath, she jumped, wincing as she landed on the old tarp, the springs squeaking in protest, but thankful holding her weight. She crawled off of the trampoline and hurried to go around the house, gasping when she almost ran right into a man.
Whether her step mother had known she was going to tr to run away, or the man who had been hired to kill her just happened to pick this moment to do the deed she would never know, but the man grabbed her and covered her mouth with a gag to keep her from screaming before he dragged her struggling form into the large expanse of woods behind the house. He took her deeper and deeper into the woods and threw her roughly on the ground. Fear welled up inside of snow as she layed there, sobbing, waiting for the man to do what ever he was going to do to her.
The man grabbed her by her long dark hair and jerked her up to her knees. She thought for sure that was going to be the end. That he would kill her then and there. There was a long pause though and next thing she knew, she felt a slash of the blade and the sudden release of her. Looking back, she saw the man holding her long hair in his hands. He was going to use the hair as proof of him 'killing' her, "Leave now. And never return, or it might be your step mother to do the killing."
Snow looked at him for a moment and jerking the gag from her mouth she said a quick thank you to him before she ran off, this time going further into the snowy woods. It was cold, and she was sore, still recovering physically from her recent car wreck apparently caused by her step mother trying to get rid of her. Snow blew around her and as she looked around, she realized she had no idea where she was, or how to even get out of the forest. Still, she continued on, she trembling as she ran, darting between the trees until she couldn't run any more. She fell into the snow, shivering, curling up there, sobbing. Maybe her step mother would get what she wanted. Maybe she would die out in the woods. That would make things easier for the woman. Make it seem even more like an accident. A poor runaway girl caught in a snow storm. The perfect cover story.
She thought it ironic. Her mother had named her Snow because she and been born outside, when her mother and father had been on a camping rip and it snowed. And now, she would die outside in the snow. Born in the snow, and died in the snow. It seemed right and yet wrong all at the same time.
Curling up more into her ball as the snow fell on her, she closed her eyes, letting the darkness of sleep take her in for what she thought to be the last time.