Kristen

I run.

I run despite the pain of my bare feet on the rocks of the road below.

I run despite the fact I don’t know where I am or where I’m heading.

I run to escape him.

I run toward safety.

I run in hopes that my nightmare is over.

There are no street lights, no signs, no houses. It’s a cloudy night, so the moonlight and stars can’t guide me.

I run because my life depends upon it.

My lungs burn, and I struggle to breathe; ...