I used to be Snow White ... but I drifted (Mae West)

Italy Florence--- January 2002---4am

Why me ?

That was the only thought that ran through Meredith's mind as she sprinted through the dark narrow alleys of Florence.
She was out of breath, her legs felt numb from running in heels on the bumpy cobblestone
and she was ready to collapse anytime but she wouldn't stop…
not as long as she could still hear those heavy footsteps following her.
She quickened her pace and turned left in hope of disappearing from her persecutor's sight.

Mistake! Another wrong decision! Another fucked up moment in the life of Elis Grey's daughter.
The huge disappointment, the black sheep, the Uncle Sal of the family; stupid enough to run right into the enemy's arms.
That's what you get for running around like a little whore her mother would have told her...
if she wasn't preoccupied with some high-profile emergency surgery.

Meredith would have laugh out loud at that thought if her current situation would have been a little more pleasant.
Dead end, no hiding places, no doors to knock on and cry for help and no big friendly dogs,
knights in shining whatever or spidermen with supernatural powers to protect her like in all those movies.
–No- just her ,that bastard,that poor excuse of a human being behind her
and a few lonely garbage cans that smelled like they hadn't been emptied in weeks.
She turned around in panic, looking for anything to arm herself with when a harsh voice disrupted the strained silence.

"Principessa, don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to talk to you"
"Like hell you do." Meredith said under her breath, pretending to be strong but her tearstained face told a different story.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you. But listen, and better listen good, I'm not somebody who likes to play games
so either you give me what I want or I'll have to take it and that, ma bella, would require…"

And that, ma bella, would require…ma bella…Bella!…Oh now, who'll take care of her if I'm dead,
that poor kitten is only a few weeks old and with my mom...
and I didn't pay my electricity bill from last month, and Kate, I definitely need to call Kate…
and I really don't want him to ruin my new dress, that was 500 € and he's not going...

"I said listen to me bitch" the voice interrupted her thoughts and 'Bastard' took a few more steps into her direction.
She was now pressed against a cold stone wall.
A small sharp ledge piercing into her back, brought a fresh wave of tears into her eyes,
one of her feet was swollen from a fall when she tried to climb over a fence as the other one was placed in a wet puddle of something
she didn't even want to start thinking about what it was and once again her mind began to wander

What the hell is wrong with me...
It's only a matter of time before I'll be dead, dead-dead, six-feet under dead, as in no pulse and heartbeat, going to heaven dead…
and I'm thinking about my damn cat ,cash, cousin and clothes.
Focus, Meredith, focus! This is you being killed or something…
every sane person who'd be in your Manolos would start begging or pray to god, think about the happiest and most important event in their life…
Dammit, I'm even rambling in my thoughts.
And oh nooo, now he's standing way too close,his aftershave sucks,
his fakes Italian accent really starts to annoy me-hello Blondie-…
and no mister…no no no… BASTARD,hands off!

Suddenly Meredith was knocked down on the floor and the big shadow hovering above her bent down.
"Let's have some fun principessa."

No, please, no no no, not me! I don't want to die yet, leave me alone please!

WHY? WHY ME?