Cold, like ice. Eyes open, hope clouding them from the truth of death. Red disrupting the scene. Trails slithering through the white of her skin. Her dead skin. Her dead eyes. Tears dripping from the live eyes,watching in horror. Crying for the girl they had lost. But their tears wouldn't bring her back. She had been taken. Ripped from their lives forever. No amount of despair could repair the damage. No riches could be given to patch the hole. There it would remain, unrepairable. Gaping. Sucking away at the hope.