Kathrine lived a life of nothing, always the shy girl who never spoke up, yet the first time she did in 6th grade she was beaten and left on the curb bleeding and sobbing in the pouring rain. Her mother had found her hours later rushing her to the hospital where she stayed for days. Having learned that she was suffering from depression and starving hereself. She had stayed at the hospital for a month, recovering only to return to school with glares and scoffs thinking she faked it all....everything was ruined since then and she had long moved away from that life to where she was now. She managed to own a small apartment and work as a lower class secretary, a tight grey skirt hugged her plump curves and rear. A white sheer blouse revealng the soft white lacy bra undereath, her hair draped her shoulders in culrls while heels clicked on the ground, slowly walking down the street till she gasped, dropping the keys from her hand, standing there petrefied at the scream, taking a step back staring at him and the blood. her eyes began to go black while her ears rang, she turned taking off running as fast as she could, the heels falling from her feet as she ran as fast as she could screaming for help.