Bessie races down the mall hallway. She shoves an elderly person out of the way. Shocked faces turn to stare and mutter.
She pushes open the heavy exit door to tear down the sidewalk and head blindly across the parking lot. A horn blasts over and over. The screech of tires reaches her ears.
Voices are screaming. Everything is a blur to her. She doesn’t care. She has had enough of all this pain, all this guilt. Make the pain end, make the pain end.
Make the pain end, make the pain endShe spies a pickup truck heading in her direction in the next laneway. Perfect. It can’t miss me. Taking a deep breath, she dashes right in front of it.
Perfect. It can’t miss meFrom nowhere, strong arms burst into the air, wrapping around her torso, knocking the stuffing out of her. Voices yell. A yappy do
