She was covered in blood and the wound from her head was making her dizzy but there was no way in hell she was going to pass out now.
She couldn't rest yet. Not while he was still out there.
Her arm was killing her and she was almost certain it was fractured if not broken.
It didn't matter. She would focus on that later, right now she had a plan to follow.
1. Escape
2. Get cleaned up
3. Empty her bank account
4. Get on a bus
5. Don't look back
Limping slightly she moved as fast as she could manage without drawing attention and made her way into the twenty four hour gym she had basically lived in when she needed to hide away this past year.
Pulling her black hoodie up high around her head and trying to make herself seem as small as possible she buzzed herself in and moved swiftly towards the changing rooms, ignoring the gasp of a woman she accidentally bumped into in her haste.
She ignored the woman and went straight to a shower, locking the door behind her before resting her head against the door and pushing back a sob.
She could do this. She could.
"Honey? Are you ok?"
She took a deep breath.
"Y- yes, I'm fine thank you."
"Can I call anyone? You look hurt."
"No," She replied on a sob. "I have no one."
There was a pregnant pause and then a bag was pushed underneath the door.
"I don't know what kind of trouble you're in and maybe it's best I don't know but I want you to take that. There's a first aid kit in there and a towel."
The tears started to fall at the kindness of this stranger.
"Thank you," she croaked. "Thank you so much."
"Take care honey," the woman told her gently and then she was left alone in the shower room.
She took a deep breath and then another. And then another.
5 minutes.
She would allow herself five minutes of weakness and then she would lock away that scared little girl and step out of this stall a survivor.