So Dry Your Hollow Eyes, And Let's Go Down to The Water

Her warm breath left marks on the icy cold bus window. It was so dark outside that she could only see her reflection in it.
She pressed her nose against the window, desperately trying to see what was outside. She barely saw some tree shaped figures.
The feeling that someone was watching her was there yet again.
Some nervous glances were casted to the back if the bus, no one. She was the last one on the bus.
The bus' breaks whined when it came to a stop.
"You have to get off here Missy" the bus driver said

She could see his yellow rotten teeth grinning at her, as she walked hastily off the bus.
When the bus drove away from her, and its lights could barely be seen, her heart began beating faster.
Her long black hair floated around her as she spun scared around.