Donna walked down the quiet, dark streets of Point Place. Her bag, which contained a few clothes and items, hung low over her shoulder. Her feet made loud thuds against the cold concrete. Donna cut through an alleyway as dark as night.
Donna stopped and leaned against the grimy brick wall of the alley. She grabbed at her silky red hair, pulling at the strands as she thought about what had happened to her just minutes before. Her true love, her one and only, rejected her. After all the heartbreak she went through with Casey, she just found more with Eric. Donna couldn't hold back the tears as they streamed down her face. Loud sobs drifted from her chapped lips as she looked up and gazed at the sky.
A shooting star raced across the night and Donna thought of a wish. "I wish…I wish Eric would love me again." Donna stood still for a few minutes, once again reflecting on all the past events that led her to this very moment. She had to get away from all this. She can't bear to look at the faces of her friends…and Eric. She wanted to leave all this behind. She was going to go to her mother in California.
I'll take a bus, Donna thought. She picked up her bag and slung it back over her shoulder and continued down the alley. A loud bang interrupted her thoughts. She looked back and saw an overturned garbage can. Probably just a cat, thought Donna. She turned back around to complete the last few yards to the street. That's when she felt the hand grab her mouth. She tried to spin around, to scream, to do anything, but it was no use. The hand was as firm as steel. The person dragged her back towards the garbage cans and threw Donna against the wall. Donna got up and kicked her attacker in the stomach and turned to run away. The attacker wielded his blade and thrust the tip of the knife into Donna's back.
Donna screamed out and collapsed on the dirty floor. Her attacker stepped over her and knelt to her side. Her attacker pressed the knife against her face, producing a small amount of blood. Donna looked into the eyes of the attacker, but most of his face was shielded by the black ski mask he wore. Donna whimpered as the blade traveled down to her throat. She could sense that the man was smiling, enjoying her fear. Donna couldn't take this one more second. She struggled under him, kicking, biting, and punching. But he then punched in her face, hard. She felt dizzy and lost. She finally focused on him again and saw him ripping open her blouse and groping her. For some reason, she thought of Eric. What if she never saw him again? Donna cried and cried. She was soon stripped and taken advantage of. She felt destroyed inside. The attacker then spun her back around. She saw him raise the knife and she saw it plunge into her chest. A pool of bright red soon formed a dripped down Donna's chest onto the floor. He repeated the process again and again. When done, he fled the scene leaving Donna thinking her last thought. Eric.