The beggining

The night slowly crept behind the bosom of the trees, silently whisked itself into the sullen black fall and eventually masked itself into the narrow pathways that led the young girl to her unexpected death. Her death. All of which was carefully timed, carefully anticipated, and drew no awareness, except that which resided in her mind, a mind which lingered into the realms of depression, and dwelt aimlessly on misery. Her name was Emily, and her age, no less than an adult, a teen.