Hailey
However long I’ve been in that room, I haven’t moved around much. Mostly from the cot to the toilet. Sometimes I’d wake up and find myself curled in a fetal position on the floor, unsure of how I got there. There wasn’t much space anyhow. It was a little bigger than your average bedroom, just four walls with peeling paint, a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.
My legs are unsteady as I run. They wobble like gelatin, like they could give out at any moment. I keep running anyway. Even if it means wiping out, even if I fall on my face. I’d rather die than go back to the unspeakable horrors of that house.
My feet hit the asphalt hard. Roadside gravel cuts into the tender flesh on the soles of my feet, but I keep going. Eventually, I head for the grass. The soft blades of grass feel
