It started out like a normal Monday morning; Emily crawled out of bed so as not to wake her mother. She grabbed the tied up clothes she had worn the day before and started to get dressed. Every movement she made seemed to echo off the ground with the creaking of the wood. She walked into the kitchen like she was walking on burning ashes to make her mother's coffee while trying to avoid the usual knocks. Emily rushed to the door when she heard a rustling coming from her mother's room. She walked to the bus stop and noticed the old, crumbling houses with trash in the yards. Emily was a 14 year old girl who had an interesting life. Emily had long brown hair that reached the middle of her back. She had brown eyes, fair skin, and red lips like a freshly picked rose from a beautiful garden. Emily wore the same old tied up pink dress that she had been wearing for the past few months, because her mother thought she didn't need more clothes. There were holes in places, stains and a tear in the left sleeve from a belligerent morning with his mother. Emily was a very shy and quiet young girl. She believed that being alone had helped her throughout her life. Emily was part of a broken family. Her father abandoned her when she was just a baby. His mother had a nervous breakdown and began drinking quite often. As Emily grew up, she began to realize her mother's real problems with alcohol. Then the beatings began every morning and quite often at night. Emily moved away from her friends thinking it would be easier not to explain her bruises. Emily reached the bus stop while her mind was still processing previous thoughts from her life. She entered the bus with her head bowed while her eyes remained fixed on the steps and the black floor of the dirty yellow bus. She sat between the front and... middle of paper... her food every morning. She fell asleep for the first time since her capture and placement in the dark, black room. She was awakened by a bag suddenly placed around her head. She struggled to get the bag out but the man fought against her. Emily saw her life flash before her eyes as she took her last breath. She felt some relief when she realized that this was the end of her life. Emily then died with a smile on her face and without further suffering. The man knowing what he had done wrapped Emily's body in a smooth black bag. He planned to take her body to the river on a remote road and dump it inside. The man began moving Emily's body into the trunk of his black mustang. As he put her in the car, he heard sirens in the distance. The man's adrenaline began to course through his body. He finished throwing Emily's body into the trunk and slammed the lid..