The Very Lost Girl

I run and I run till I feel like I'm going to pass out, then I run some more. The rain is burning my muscles with every single pounding drop that falls on them, but I have to get far enough. Far enough so he will never find me. As I run some jerk decided to splash water all over my already soaking body but I kept running till I saw his face. That jerk that just splashed me was the guy I was trying to get away from.

His eyes meet mine as he begins to reverse his pickup truck. I turn around and go down one alley that turns abruptly and then parts into two allies. I only had a couple of seconds that would decide my fate. I take the right one and run as fast as I can, but my face slams into something cold and it scratches my face. Because of the poring rain I didn't see the fence in front of me. I fell and picked myself right back up. In spite of my aching muscles I began to climb the fence as fast as possible. By the time that I'm on the other side of the fence I see him start to run down the alley.

I turn around and run as fast as I can the alley eventually ends up at a sidewalk. When I come up to it I look around not knowing where to go from here. I suddenly feel someone grab me from behind. My instinct tells me to fight back so I do. I just can't seem to get away, but I won't give up. My eyes eventually begin to close and my body goes limp. Signaling to my mind that I have lost this battle. But not only the battle, but the war...