Louise
Louise was a plain girl; she has auburn hair that engulfs her tiny neck. Hair that smells so strongly of strawberries you can taste them. She has sparkling emerald green eyes angled towards her nose. Her sharp, defined cheekbones are balanced out by her angular nose.
In late July, on a breezy, summer night; Louise was in town alone buying herself an outfit to wear to Haile's 16th birthday party. Within her intelligent mind, she had dreamt up her perfect dress. She had visited many shops but with no luck, she had decided to check in the on last shop. 'West Clothing', she pushed through the entrance, striking the bell on top of the door once.
The noise rung out, echoing through the eerily silent shop. There she saw it, a black mini-dress hanging there all innocent looking. She took it to the cashier and gave it to the attendant. A thin, beautiful girl in her mid-twenties took the dress from her. Whilst tapping the numbers into the till, she twirled her straight, shoulder length hair around her long, graceful fingers.
She folded the dress in half and in half again, then put it in a brown bag with 'West Clothing' on the front in big, bold lettering. Louise peered at her name tag, 'BILLIE' it read. "That'll be thirty-five pounds please," Billie's uninterested tone made Louise that little bit quicker in getting her money out. Louise handed her two twenty pound notes. Billie returned the five-pound note along with the receipt swiftly and went back to texting on her phone. Louise seized the bag off the counter, put her five pound note and receipt in her purse and headed out the door.
She had never been down this part of town before, but she was determined to not let it defeat her. Louise turned north-west, hoping to find the main part of town in time to catch her bus home. Her curfew was 10pm, she glanced at her watch it was now 9:30pm. More than enough time, she thought.
Fear pulsed through her though she couldn't understand why. She took a fleeting look over her shoulder and caught the shadow of the silent stalking silhouette stealing after her. Franticly, she turned this way and that through the maze of alleys. Unconsciously, she had ended up lost the bitter and clammy and slimy walls seemed to surround her. Suddenly, she came to face a wall. Petrified, she paced backwards into the wall.
A man appeared from around the corner; tall, bulky and muscular, Louise noticed as he pursued towards here. She decided that she would fight, fight for her life. After all, it was hers and it wasn't his right to take it away. When he reached her, he smiled a sly, shrewd smile. He slapped her across the face, breaking her cheekbone. She shied away in pain, then came back, stronger this time. He grabbed her hair that hung loose around her shoulders and pulled. She thumped him round the face and pulled his hair as hard as she could pulling out three strands of hair. He punched at her arms, and Louise scratched at him, as hard as she could, like a savage cat. Smiling, he drew out a knife and stabbed her with it and she fell onto the garbage bags; clutching the three strands of hair as tightly as she could. Happy that she had managed to hopefully help the police put him behind bars, her eyes closed. The dark alley her final resting place.