I run as if my life depended on it and inadvertently crash hard into two women who yell something offensive at me. I don't understand and I don’t really care, so I just keep running, feeling the tears coming out of my eyes and drying quickly on my cheeks from the air hitting me in the face and blowing all my hair around.
My lungs burn, as does my whole body and stomach. I can feel my skirt flying everywhere, but I choose to ignore it. Panic is the only thing that keeps me running.
Obviously, I have no fücking idea of where I'm going, I'm just trying to lose the driver by ducking into hidden streets and bumping into more people for what seems like hours. When I finally seem to have lost him, I stop on a small, lonely street.
My legs begin to shake but when a few seconds go by and I don’
