Slayed

Cara crashed through the window, the thunderous noise hit a dozen notes inside her head. The thousand tiny shards of glass reflected her, showing a thousand different angle of the same scene: Cara, eyes cringed in pain, blood splattered across her face. The world hung, motionless in time. The moon shone bright, the stars twinkled. Cara fell.

The ground rushed up to meet her as she fell two stories down, into the cold gravel of the gardens. She rolled to her back and looked up at the house. Standing at the shattered window, silhouetted against the lights inside, was her attacker. He dropped off and fell like a stone.

He slammed into the ground, a wave of momentum rippled into Cara, sending her skidding back into the gardens. Beautiful things, really, with hedge mazes and statues, ponds.