"Help me! Help me please!" Jessie cried as she ran to the ever winding halls, she was sure there where changing. It didn't take her as long to come how was it that she didn't have any idea where to turn?
Perhaps it was the fact that her body was getting weaker and weaker and her head was becoming foggy, it was increasingly hard to see a thing. She needed help she needed "ah!" She screamed as she stumbled her dress ripping, causing her knees to shoot out of the torn lace.
She was already missing an arm, the dress hanging of one shoulder and down her chest where it exposed the swell of her breast. Her hair that was combed back with precision stuck out at odd angles, her face was streaked with black as her mascara leaked with the tears that never stopped pouring. She had pink bruises all over her arms, neck and her bold pink lipstick was all over the place.
