The pain increased with intensity; Lizzie clutched her stomach. An image of a doll on D’s shelf with needles.
‘My God she wants me dead.’

Second attempt

'My God she wants me dead.’

A strange doll on D’s shelf with needles confirmed L's worst nightmare.
Pain gripped as blood filled her mouth.



The waves crash against my little boat tossing it high into the electrified air. I glimpse land – safety, before drowning in shades of blue.