Tabbitha's beautiful long brown hair was drenched in the downpour of rain. The raindrops were bouncing off of her black boots, and her heart was pounding with hatred. She continued running down the street, only stopping after turning into a deserted alley to catch her breath.
Suddenly she felt a cold hand grabbing her from the shadows.
The next morning, she awoke with the sunrise. It was no longer raining, and her clothes had dried. She arose from the floor, and suddenly realized what had happened.
"Ive been raped!" She shouted. Tabbitha began shaking, at the memories from the previous night.
"Ive got to get out of here... I'll... I'll sneak onto the next airplane flight... yes, that's what i'll do..." Tabbitha mumbled to herself. She got up and grabbed the map she had noticed the previous night in the garbage. She got up and started walking down the street to the airport.
Her damp clothing was flowing in the wind as she walked. Her chains rattled, and tears ran down her scarred and scraped face. she was aiching all over. as she strode along she examined her bruises. she must have been walking for about a half hour until she reached the bridge. She removed her map from her pocket and examined how far the airport was from where she stood.
'Three miles..' she thought to herself. She held her stomach and said to herself, "Well... I probably shouldn't expect to be eating much. Thats okay, i'm used to it..." She siged, tucked away her map and continued to walk.
Suddenly she felt a cold hand grabbing her from the shadows.
The next morning, she awoke with the sunrise. It was no longer raining, and her clothes had dried. She arose from the floor, and suddenly realized what had happened.
"Ive been raped!" She shouted. Tabbitha began shaking, at the memories from the previous night.
"Ive got to get out of here... I'll... I'll sneak onto the next airplane flight... yes, that's what i'll do..." Tabbitha mumbled to herself. She got up and grabbed the map she had noticed the previous night in the garbage. She got up and started walking down the street to the airport.
Her damp clothing was flowing in the wind as she walked. Her chains rattled, and tears ran down her scarred and scraped face. she was aiching all over. as she strode along she examined her bruises. she must have been walking for about a half hour until she reached the bridge. She removed her map from her pocket and examined how far the airport was from where she stood.
'Three miles..' she thought to herself. She held her stomach and said to herself, "Well... I probably shouldn't expect to be eating much. Thats okay, i'm used to it..." She siged, tucked away her map and continued to walk.