She run into the rain not hearing screams of people in the church. Tears came up in her throat and she moaned out loud. People on the street jumped out from her way trying to protect themselves with umbrellas. Justice didn't care how she had been viewed by people at that time, she run in the darkness without a road or any point of destination. She run for her life like it was the only way to get out from her own head and the question what stuck in it "Why?".
Justice felt like tall buildings collapsing on her smashing her heart and soul. She felt on the ground once and scratched her knees. Blood covered her white tall boots. Justice's white velvet cape got heavy and dirty; she stood up and run again not feeling pain. She run inside the subway and hopped on the train without buying any tickets, she just jumped over the turnstile. The subway cab was almost empty; two people were sitting in the far corner seats. Justice stood in the corner with her face turned to the wall and repeated "Why?"
How long she was in that corner and how many people were around didn't matter for her. She was lost in her saddest memories trying to find the answer on the question "Why?". What was this question? Why did it happen to her? Why did it happen to her today? Why did this life happen to her in general? Why was she still alive or why would she be still alive? Why continue this miserable live if there were no happiness? Why all good what happened to her got broken every time over and over again? Why she was alone again and why she was even trying not to be alone?
Somebody tried to talk to her but she was looking really scary and unwell, so people just left her in the corner. By the time she turned from the corner she was alone in the cab and it was the last stop. She exited the subway and it was just a lonely open air subway station with the stairs going down in the tunnel. Justice just set on a bench and looked at her dirty and scratched hands and knees, she was still crying but tears were just dripping from her eyes and she didn't feel it.
This station was in the middle of nowhere. The old city. Ugly and dark skinny buildings were not higher than three floors. Narrow streets with dirty and stinky alleys and a lot of private sectors with abandoned or poor maintain houses. One glance on the neighborhood was enough for Justice to understand it was her old neighborhood where she grew up. There was a park where she was raped going home after the church and over there was her family old house. Living in the orphanage she was thinking sometimes if somebody moved in their house after her stepfather murdered her family. Justice's mother and three brothers all of them and then he killed himself on that night when Justice was raped in the park. She probably would be dead if she stayed at home that evening. Now she thought it would be mercy for her. Just being dead long time ago without all this miserable life's struggles, pointless and unanswered questions of existence.
Justice wanted to scream and she heard herself screaming inside but also her ears captured scream from the outside. Some weak woman's scream was coming out from the dark tunnel. Justice didn't want to move there was no point in moving anywhere for anything. She was just staring at her bloody knees and how water was taking blood down her tall boots. Scream from the tunnel was getting weaker and weaker but suddenly woman screamed so loud and this sound interrupted Justice's thoughts. She jumped and run to the tunnel but what she could do and what could even happen down there in this rainy and nasty weather. Rain got stronger and Justice didn't hear anymore moaning from the tunnel. She stopped at the edge afraid to go down in the darkness.
"But what if she needs help just like you? Remember you needed help, and nobody came, and nobody stopped that guy. Can you stop whatever is going on down there? At least I will die trying" – with this thought Justice stepped onto the first step of the stairs and then next one and next one and next one. At the end she looked from the corner and saw a long tunnel. The right side of it was empty but at the end of the left side something was happening. Through blinking and muffed lights Justice saw a couple struggling in fighting. A woman definitely was on her last try to push a guy out of her. Justice saw his back in a black jacket, his gray hair were nicely trimmed. Flashback stroked Justice's brain.
When she was on the back seat of that car many years ago it was exactly the back, the jacket and the hair cut she saw.