Little Graveyard Girl

She spun, and spun and spun. The world before her eyes swirling into a blur of colours as she pushed herself faster and faster. Hands up in the air, warm wind blowing through her hair. For that moment everything was perfect. All the pain, suffering and heartache had faded away.

And then she stops, her beautiful, magical, blissful world vanishing from her eyes. The pain in her chest felt like a thousand little needles had puncture her lungs. Her bones crumbled beneath her weight. The once warm wind now sent a chill down her spin.

She was falling.