"Help! Help me please!" She screams over and over again, leaving bloody handprints everywhere along my car as she rushes for the driver's side. My heart pounds hard, my vision acting as if a tunnel as everything is blurred out except for her. It's as if I'm drugged, as things happen either too slow or too fast for me to handle as the female bangs upon my window.
I take charge, opening the door as the girl runs to me, crying for me to help her. She's barefoot, her legs cut from running through bushes made of thorns it seems, her clothing simply a thin black tank top soaked in blood and cut, her shorts once denim now stained, and her hair a mess. Yet I remember her, I know exactly who she is.
"Rosie! Rosie what's going on!?" I ask, taking ahold of Rosie's shoulders as her bright blue eyes
