Revival

Runaway Love

I don't stop; I can't stop I don't even look back. My lungs burn I promised her I wouldn't stop. I have to keep going with bare feet and a tight skimpy dress. I have no sense of direction right now. My vision is blurry as tears stream down my face. Still I refuse to stop; what's behind me is a life I've been dying to leave.

I can still hear the yelling of my name. I push harder if thats even possible feeling the pricks on my feet ; I still don't stop. The sounds of their voices begin to fade I speed up. I have to get out; all of this wasn't for nothing. I can smell freedom the further I run. A smile graces my face the taste of salt invades my mouth.

As if my body knew where to go; I came up on a bus station. Rushing to the counter I grab whatever cash I have in my bra I throw it to the lady behind the desk. With shaky hands and inaudible pants of words I tell her I need a ticket. She looks at me as if she knows what's happening. I turn around for the first time looking everywhere. I don't see them but I know they won't be too far behind.

"Pl-please h-hurry anywhere far far away plea-please." I beg the lady to hurry with my ticket. Her eyes a soft brown they seem so loving; I forgot how loving eyes looked. That can happen when you've been looking into the eyes of monsters your whole life. She looks over my outfit I see pity in her eyes, I don't need her pity I just need my damn ticket.

"Here, this is the only bus that leaves right now. I will have my friend wipe the cameras for you. Go be free sweetie." Her words make me cry harder. I haven't had anyone be kind to me in years it almost seems unthinkable. Everyone always wants something from me. In her eyes I see understanding and love. A look my mother use to give me.

"Th-thank y-you so much" I choke out looking behind me to make sure they haven't found me. My hair is deshealved my Dress has rips in it my feet are cut up and dirty. I could careless I am free that's all I care about. Walking away the lady calls out to me "here take this change on the bus they have bathrooms. Goodluck love." I'm left there stunned thinking there are still good people out there.

"Go go now!" She urges me I take off running to the bus. Stealing a glance back at the kind lady. A small smile tugs at her lips giving me a reassuring head nod. I run unto the bus letting out a sigh of relief. I don't pay attention to any wondering eyes. I know they're judging me; I mean just look at me.

Walking into the small bathroom I finally look at myself. Bloodshot eyes: red slap mark and cheap mascara on my cheeks and lipstick smudge marks all over my mouth. My burnette hair all over the place from behind pulled. I haven't looked myself in mirror in years. Too scared of the woman looking back at me.

Starring back at myself I see a broken little girl I don't even consider myself a woman anymore. They took everything from me I feel like I have nothing left this body is in auto pilot. I have been stripped of my virginity my name and my peace. I shakily take off the clothes opening the bag to find everything I would need. Almost as if this bag was prepared for this moment right now.

It has everything I would need hygiene things clothes and a fake ID with my picture. Who is this lady and why did she help me? I don't have much time to question it I wash up in the sink and change my clothes; clearing my face of any makeup.

Exposing my bruise's.

I feel clean and like a new person once I'm finished. Looking at myself now a small smile graces my lips. I can see myself for the first time in years I remember this girl starring back at me. The girl who was happy before her life got taken from her.

I exit the bathroom ignoring all the looks once again. I take the seat all the way in the back next to the window. I exhale a breathe of relaxation resting my head against the window. Finally closing my eyes I fall asleep knowing I'm finally free.