By the time I had reached the end of the road I was exhausted. But I continued running, unsure how much time I had before I was noticed. I already regretted leaving so quickly. I didnt have my phone, I didnt have a bag, no food no water. I cursed myself quietly but kept running.by the time the sun began going down, I was barely even jogging still, and I felt as if I were about to colapse. I was so thirsty and I contemplated turning back. Instead I searched for a place to stay for the night. I decided to lay under a bridge, even though the most logical choice would be under it, I hated the underneath of these bridges, around me rested a trashed and empty conal.
Slipping in and out of sleep I could hear soft crunching of leaves in the distance. I jolted awake as they neared. The air was calm and quiet, other than the soft and frequent crunch. I tried to adjust my eyes in attempt to see what was near me, but the darkness of the night blinded me and the bridge above me hid the moon's glow. I stood up and walked out from under the bridge, stumbling over trash discarded in the conal. The crunching stopped abruptly and I found myself beginning to panic, I started climbing up scrambling to make it up into the safety of the road. My foot slipped out from underneath me and I smashed my knee onto the concrete hill, I gasped out in pain and slid down back to the bottom of the conal. My leg felt warm and wet, and even though I was unable to see my wound I was sure it bled heavily.
I scrambled back up and brushed myself off, not bothering to tend my leg. From about ten feet away a dark shadowy figure became visible and just as I turned to run, I was thrown down by another dark body. Heavy weight pressed against me and I gasped and struggled as I was pinned down to the ground. dead grass and rocks held up my underside, I shouted out, unsure if my voice had even made a sound, I squirmed. My assailant who I could now make out a dark outline of its face, was a man, his face pale and his skin was thin, his cheeks sunken into his face and his eyes seemed to bulge. he pressed hard onto my arms as I struggled to gain my freedom.
"Shut Up now or ill slit your throat you little twat!" A dark hand clouted me over the head, I hadn't even realized i had been shrieking. Somehow my hands were pressed under my torso and he held them there, pressing his weight onto my body and forcing my hands in place. the struggle was calmer now, though I still struggled to get free I was physically exhausted, and mentally I had already began to accept that I was not escaping. The lower half of my body shot upward in attempt to free my hands. His weight now pinning my chest down, my left hand shot free, whilst my right was gripped onto tightly by my assailant. "Bitch!" his voice growled deep as he swung his free arm around and smacked me in the face, momentarily stunned, even though I couldn't even feel the pain. he gripped tightly onto both of my hands pinning me down, I squirmed helplessly like a fish thrown helplessly onto a pier, flopping, doomed by suffocation. My body involuntarily went limp as I, lay there and panted, my head boomed and I was out of breath.
