Disclaimer:
I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS.
It was a bright sunny day, perfect for a run in the park. A young woman in her early twenties was jogging along the path. She was dressed in a white tank top, and blue shorts. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, her pretty hazel eyes glancing down at her dog. The Border collie was running alongside her perfectly happy. Then all of a sudden, the dog stopped.
"What's wrong Kuchen? What's wrong boy?" the woman asked her dog.
Emilia Anderson was a bright woman. She knew there was something wrong with her dog, and she knew it wasn't good. She felt the dog pull on the leash as he started to whine. She let the dog off the leash and he bolted forward. She followed her dog down to the little bridge. She moved the bushes aside and let out a cry of horror. Her dog pointed to a body.
"Little girl?" she called out. "Sweetheart can you hear me?"
She knelt down and pressed her fingers gently against the side of her throat. A pulse! But it was a very weak one. She called 911.
"Hello? I need an ambulance and the police now! Please I found a little girl…please hurry…"
"Relax 'mam, help is on the way."
Emilia stayed on the phone, holding the little girl's hand. She looked over the girl. The child couldn't have been older than twelve, thirteen years old, but she looked so much smaller. The girl's blonde hair was to and fro, filthy and matted with blood. Her eyes were shut, her face badly bruised. Emilia couldn't help notice that the child was naked. It seemed someone had stripped her down, beat her, and left her to die.
She heard the sound of sirens as the girl stirred ever so. The girl's right arm moved and the woman gasped in horror. Carved into her arm were the words, God Help Me.
Author's note: Uggg….writer's block how you curse me! Well hopefully chapter three won't put up to much of a fight. Sorry it took so long, hopefully I'll get the next chapter done faster.