headstone

She walked down the aisle. head down, hair done. She lifted her head, remebering the last time she was there. 'This shouldnt be me' was all that was running through her mind. Seeing his face she turned and ran. Fleeing the fear. Hiding behind a headstone she cried. Never did she think she'd be doing this. She was too young, and so was he. A newspaper cutting floated by; reminding her of why she was there. 'Shot Dead At 21 Years Of Age'. She felt a stabbing pain in her kidney. Turning around she saw a knife handle protruding from her side. Then a girl spoke 'the pain is over; for you'.