[hold your breath and count to ten.]

The rush of the traffic told the story of impatience and how it was the start of a new week. Little kids were running around on the sidewalks as cherry blossoms flew around in the air. In the midst of the busy air, a petite girl was waiting to cross the street and get to her new school. She placed several of her curls behind her ear and took in the air. The fresh scent of spring mesmerized her feelings and lifted her spirits up.

The light signaled for her to go and she walked across the street to the other side. Out of sight from the busy crowd, she hummed to herself and looked at the scenery before her. The sun was bright and illuminating while the trees and the grass screamed spring. A pretty flower caught her eye and she took her phone out to take a quick picture of it.

"Pretty.." she mumbled, snapping a photo.

The sight of the flower crumbled beneath her breath, slowly taking away the light from her vision. The crash of her phone awakened no one as the struggle for freedom was paused. Pieces of beautiful, golden hair drifted down to the ground and laid to rest. Her arms and legs grew tired from kicking and suffering through the pain. Everything gave way beneath her and she shut down from the world. The screeching tires picked up its speed until it was lost in the distance.

The tiny trinket shone in the sunlight and a sweet melody rang in the air. Silence crept around the phone for it was never heard.

"Please leave a message after the beep.."

BEEP.

"Rima, where are you? Rimaaaa?" said the message.

[swept away I'm stolen.]