Gianna

I run as fast as my legs can carry me, and the whole time, I’m praying to the goddess that nobody will catch up to me.

I can’t even stop for a second because I have the feeling that I’m being followed and that he’ll catch up if I dare to stop even if just for a rest. It’s the worst feeling in the world, and I’m downright out of breath but I still can’t stop.

I don’t have anything with me. Not food. Not water. Nor clothes. I barely have a plan. My hope is to find an ...