She ran as fast as she could. She couldn't remember how long she had been running for, or what direction she was going in anymore. He had hurt her for the last time, she was sure of that. No more. She turned another corner and ran down the street it lead to. Her blood was pounding in her ears, and her breath was coming in short, painful, gasps. Turning another corner she raced down another street. Where was she? Everything looked the same, New York could be a maze if you don't know your way. She had been twisting and turning through the city for what felt like hours, never stopping. She know she could not run forever. Her body would give out eventually. Still she kept running. As she turned into yet another nondescript alleyway she stumbled over some old crates, but quickly regained her footing. She couldn't stop, he would find her if she did. She could never stop.