Written when I was 14

Don't laugh at my story..writing wise I've grown up quite a bit since I was 14. Ever since I saw I saw a friend's story written when she was 12 I've been looking for stuff...I had a lot of imagination ok...so just go along with it.

She stood in front of the mirror and wrapped her arms around her midsection. Her face was streaked with tears and blood dripped from a cut on her cheek. Guttural moans filled the silence of the room.
Eventually she fell to the floor.

A few hours prior

Akehma and Colette were free. They were finally free from their parents and the restrictions of their family and society. They could be together and no one could say a word. They ran through the forest in the night swiftly and quietly. Not a word was passed between the two that could betray their joy and fear.
They ran until they came to a clearing where they decided to spend the night.Akema went hunting for branches to light a fire and Colette sat and rested. Soon coming from the direction that Akhema had gone in branches could be heard snapping underfoot and loud voices rent the air.

"Akhema?" Colette queried.

"Somebody's here!"

Suddenly Colette found herself surrounded by a group of men. As she looked around at their faces her heart sunk. It was her father and her brothers. She finally realized that they were holding Ahkema, who was bleeding freely from a gash in his head.

She hung her head. Her father walked over to her and slapped her across the face.
"What were you doing with this her nigger?"

"Papa.."

"Don't you Papa me gel. No daughter of mine would set foot off her plantation with no slave boy."

"But Papa...I love him."

Her brothers gasped. Her father's face was contorted with rage and he turned around to her brothers. "Truss him up. Now."

They sprung into action and one threw a rope over the branch of a tree. Another shoved Ahkema under the tree and snaked the rope around his neck and tied it. The third threw water on Ahkema's face which brought him out of his stupor.

When his eyes opened he stared accusingly at Colette. As his eyes bore down into hers she threw her hands up and rushed at him screaming his name.
Her father caught her hands and held her. She kicked at him screaming and scratching but to no avail. At this point her brothers took the branches that Ahkema had gathered and placed it under him.

"Noo..for the love of God don't do this."

"Its for your own good."

"No Papa I beg you...don't harm him."

"Too late chit. Light the fire Pierre."

To her horror she watched as her brother set the branches alight under Ahkema's feet even as another tied him securely to a tree so that they could watch.
As his feet began to struggle and kick violently, and the flames rushed up his feet, another brother came forward and threw gas on the body so that the flames licked their way to his head. The rope burned and his body fell on the flames.

Colette's father forced her head to look at her dying lover. She howled and screamed and begged but he wouldn't let her turn her head. Eventually she surrendered to unconciousness.

...In her room...

When Collete came to she looked up and saw Ahkema reflected in her mirror.She opened her mouth to scream but he put a finger to his lips. He stretched his hand out the mirror and smiled at her.Without hesitation she placed her hand in his and stepped into the mirror.

Later when her father entered the room, he found her collapsed on the floor, dead...a smile on her lips.