The wind howls in my ears, but I don't stop.
Not even when my lungs burn, not even when my legs scream for relief.
I run like I can outrun it. The humiliation, the laughs and everything existing in between. The way his eyes held me like a moth pinned to a glass case, writhing, exposed and powerless.
I run like I can shed my skin, like I can leave this version of me behind, the weak, pathetic girl who let him tear her apart.
But no matter how fast I go, I can still hear them. The phantom echoes of their disgusting fake laughs still crawling under my skin, sinking into my bones like rot.
My breath shudders as I reach the back of the canteen and my steps falter until I am panting underneath the tree beside the greenhouse. I collapse beneath it, knees scraping against the cold damp grass
