Sun is setting slow, down past the mountain ridges in the eery pass. The sound of wakened vultures sqrueak through the echoing stone walls. The temperature drops at an amazing pace. Shivering and trembling, holding her arms tight to her exposed chest. Teeth clicking anxiously together. It's not far to go. Pacing quickly over the dirt covered path, short squeaks whenever her bare feet step on a pointy sharp rock, uncomfortable moans climbing past her throat, leaving her fast short breaths broken and bend. Peering into every dark corner of the pass, closing her eyes more and more, dreaming about being anywhere, but there.
Her skin crawling with unsettled fear. Every sound, every single breaking of twigs and crunching of branches in the rising winds shocks the small, restless figure. Darkness follows rapidly, wind blowing stronger and stronger, upsetting the shaking body more and more. The squeaks and moans slowly turn to small whimpering cries, tightening her eyes harder, taking short sprints through the quenching darkness. High pitched sounds of pain as the sharp stones puncture her soft feet. There's lightning in the far distance, drawing ever closer.
Every shock of thunder shoots through her figure, from feet to shoulders. Crying louder, tears start running down her soft cheeks. Her mouth widens from the tensioning fear. Her feet bruised and cut from the sharp edges of the stones, not stopping her frightful journey. Going slowly out of her mind. Every sound seems to draw nearer. Her surroundings closing in her, adding to her utter fear, driving her insane. Tears flow down her waving cheeks, breath stalking, suffocating in her thoughts.
Crying, moaning, squeaking louder and louder. Wanting to scream, to call for help. Canít hold on much longer, drops of rain jump from her bare shoulders, joining the flow of her cheeks. A surge shoots through the depressing body, turning colder and colder. Slumbering deeper into darkness. Sqrueaks echo through the dark pass, death is calling. Crying, moaning, wanting it to stop.
No! No! No longer, pace is slowing down. Frighted, shaken, passing slowly away, mind going numb, her cries turn to short screams. Her eyes sticked together by the salty tears, no longer looking, no longer seeing. The sounds of the storm no longer intruding her tiny head. Her cries turn to laughter, maniacal sounds of uncaring emotions. Falling to her knees, a loud thump, crashing her bare knees into the dark mud. Crouching her body forward, her stomach aching from the dying sounds leaving her gasping throat.
Her arms clinging tight against her aching breasts. Her jaws locked from the tensioned muscles, unmoving, unstirring. Bending forward in her own kneeled lap, trying to scream with the breath left in her. Two, then three loud screams of hope. Then a fourth, wanting it to end. The horror to stop. Swallowing in her own breath. No more power to make another sound. Her entire body aching, crouching together, resting her head on her rock hard legs. The gushing wind, twirling around her crouched, unwilling figure, last moments of terrifying and anxious pains shoot through her body.
No longer breathing, holding on to herself as long as she can. A single tear forms in the crunched socket of her eye, falling down through the darkness, landing on the mud between her legs with the faintest of echoing sounds. The winds lie down for a short moment, the air thick but soundless, the pass stops a moment in time. Mourning the passing of a lost, young girl. With nothing to cover her lifeless body, but the shadowy darkness, embracing her.