It all started like a normal Monday morning; Emily crawled out of bed trying not to wake her mother. He grabbed the tied clothes he had worn the day before and began to dress. Every movement he made seemed to echo off the floor with the creaking of the wood. He entered the kitchen as if he were walking on hot ashes to make coffee for his mother, trying to avoid the usual routine beatings. Emily ran out the door when she heard rustling coming from her mother's room. He walked to the bus stop noticing the old dilapidated houses with garbage in the yards. Emily was a 14 year old girl who had an interesting life. Emily had long brown hair that brushed her mid-back. She had brown eyes, pale skin, and lips as red as a rose freshly plucked from a beautiful garden. Emily was wearing the same old knotted pink dress she had been wearing for the past few months as her mother believed she didn't need any more clothes. He had holes around some areas, stains, and a tear on his left sleeve from a belligerent morning with his mother. Emily was a very shy and quiet girl. She believed that being alone had helped her throughout life. Emily was part of a broken family. Her father abandoned her when she was just a child. His mother had an emotional breakdown and started drinking quite often. As Emily grew up, she began to realize her mother's real problems with drinking. Then the beatings began every morning and quite often at night too. Emily walked away from her friends thinking it would be easier not to explain the bruises. Emily reached the bus stop while her mind was still processing the previous thoughts of her life. He entered the bus with his head bowed as his eyes remained on the steps and black floor of the dirty yellow bus. He sat second to... middle of the card... his food every morning. She fell asleep for the first time since she was captured and placed in the dark, black room. She was awakened by a bag suddenly being placed around her head. She struggled to free herself from the bag but the man struggled against her. Emily saw her life flash before her eyes as she took her last breath. He felt a sense of relief when he knew it was the end of his life. Emily then died with a smile on her face and no more pain. The man who knew what she had done wrapped Emily's body in a smooth black bag. He intended to take his body to the river along a secluded road and dump it inside. The man began moving Emily's body into the trunk of his black mustang. As he loaded her into the car he heard sirens in the distance. The man's adrenaline began to flow through his body. He finished throwing Emily's body into the trunk and closed the lid.