Moira watched the last couple of the night peck each other on the cheek before they went on their separate merry ways. Normally Moira would feel nothing but jealousy over their happiness, but tonight she was just afraid of being alone.

Tonight was, of course, her last.

"Heheh. That's just a stupid thought though. Not like they could do much good when they send the first psycho here. Might just traumatize them... actually I might just like that."

Moira thought bitterly as she felt the shadows close in. Death approaching.

Her mind wandered towards all excruciating ways she could leave this world: stabbed to death, perhaps the classic strangulation -- maybe with a ligature if they're sophisticated. Then her mind turned to the possibility of perhaps being disemboweled alive. That made her queasy. She was never a big fan of those when she last saw some guy's guts pulled out like toffee.

And they even came into his open fucking cavity. Jesus.

"If I'm lucky I'd get a weirdo murder-rapist type too."

Came her ever uncomforting thoughts.

She could feel herself hyperventilate. Not good. She was hoping she'd at least look cool on camera. But that's just silly. I'd cry and scream and give all these fucking weirdos what they want.

The suspense was killing her. Moira wanted to just stand up and shout at the top of her lungs, daring her would-be killer to just get it over with.

But she didn't. She never had the guts to. Never did.

Instead her mind drifts her sweet mother, and Miria, and how she hoped her pathetic bid at...something...would be good for the two people she gave a shit about. Moira tried very, very hard not to imagine their tears when they discover her ugly corpse, and instead, focused on her mother being healthy again and her big sister finally getting into a good university and being the botanist she always dreamt about instead of dragging around a deadweight like her.

"Yeah, I'm doing the right thing cutting myself out of their lives."

Moira deluded herself.

Then the snapping of dry leaves brought her back to reality. Her knuckles were white against the rotting wood. Her yellow eyes darted madly from side to side, picturing where her assailant would come from to rip her to pieces.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Its happening, its happening..."

Moira breathed rapidly, desperately keeping her emotions in check. She had to look her killer in the eye before she goes, she owes herself that much.