Acedia

Run

Run.

Run as fast as you can, as hard as you can. You know he has a bullet in his back, and he's bleeding to death. You know if you save him, he will hug you out of gratitude but kiss the other girl in front of you.

So run.

Run. And you see the fire, you see the gun, you heard the shot. You see him burn, see the flesh roll off his bones. And if you stay, you know, you know you'll never get away; so run.

Run, now you see her. Her eyes so wide that her bloodshot whites consume your vision. A primal snarl etched on her face. Sheer madness. Sheer madness as you feel her hands around your throat. You can't breathe. You're chocking. Tiny black dots everywhere. Sheer madness. You claw at her hands but she won't let go. You're fading, but someone saves you.

He saves you this time. He saves you from her this time, so he can kill you later.

So run.

Run, and keep running. Empty a tube of toothpaste but you'll never get his taste off your tongue. Scorch away your wrists but you'll never get his touch off your body. He'll snake his way everywhere, beside your bed, over your torso, between your legs. He'll grab your ankles with those vile hands that feel like poison on your skin. Corroding away everything. Corroding away innocence.Hit him. Kick him in the face with all the energy you have left. Gouge out his eyeballs if you have to. You can never forget the memories but you can prevent him from making new ones. Leave him for the wolves, blind, oozing scarlet, and run.

You can't stop. You can never stop. No matter how tired you are, you can't stop.

Because they're right behind you, and the second you do,

they'll get you.

― Darling, I've been running ever since I learned how to, S.M.