I felt the tug on my arm that told me she had tripped. I wanted to let go of her hand, to keep running. My whole being was screaming at me to do so. It's disgusting; the way fear can make us want to forget everything that's important.
I wanted to keep running; instead I stopped and began pulling her to her feet, trying to get her running again before it was to late.
She stumbled, obviously hurt from her fall, but I pulled at her arm harder, forcing her to keep my fast pace. It was cruel. I hated the tears of fear and pain on her face, hated myself for being the reason they were there. But we couldn't stop now, couldn't slow down and I know I wouldn't be able to carry her. So I forced her on, not knowing at all where we were going, just knowing that we weren't going to stop.
9 hours later
She's sleep now, her foot wrapped in a piece of fabric that I've ripped from my shirt. If it wasn't for the jacket we found, id probable be getting some looks.
Were on a train, it's about 10:00 in the morning and both of us look like runaways, which we basically are. But who cares, were safe.
That said I still can't help but feel bad. After all somebody else is paying for this train ride. We didn't have time to grab anything when we left, only the clothes that were wearing, so we were kind of sort on money. I didn't mean to hit him so hard, only scare him, but instead I managed to knock him out. I didn't take his wallet, only the cash that wasn't plastic and the few coins that he had.
After adding the money up we decided to take a train, we still don't know where, and on the way to the train station we found the jacket that I now wear, left on a street bench.
So now were heading to God knows where, with little money and the clothes we wore yesterday, hoping that I'll get us out of this alive…
… Guess its time to start deciding where we're going.
I reach out and grip her shoulder, giving her a light shake. "Lissa, it's time to wake up."