A young girl closes her eyes and breathes in the cool air of the town of Dover as the cab she stepped out of drives off.
It's currently night time and she's near the docks, perhaps she could use the money she stole from her father's office to rent a night at one of the hostels then take her leave via ferry to Calais.
She feels a wave of contentment rush through her at the thought of her runaway plan having gone right so far. Her parents hadn't suspected a thing when she left the house with her rucksack, but they're probably already wondering where she is by now. Not that she cares, anyway.
She starts to walk towards the hostel she had searched up on her phone a few weeks back. It's dark out, and there's literally no one around.
At least that's what she thought until she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, realising that someone just stuck a knife into it.
She lets out a yelp and is forcefully turned around to face her assaulter, only to be met with a hard punch to the face. Along with repeated knife blows to the chest. She feels her legs giving up on her and collapses onto the floor, and the unidentified figure dragged her over to the cliff-side. She begins to feel her vision darken around the corners.
The assaulter then throws her down to die in the ocean.
She falls unconscious before hitting the water.
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Down In Hell
FanfictionA teen ran from home successfully but got murdered the same night and ended up in the Pride Ring, Hell. [The writing gets better in chapter 3] [Self-indulgent fanfic, it's gonna be weird. I'm not gonna post regularly on this]
