FIGHTING ON

Chapter 1

I was running and running, through the cuts of the street, looking behind if he is still behind me.                                                                                                    Think of it in slow motion, A Sixteen year old in her leather jacket and blue ripped jeans and newly bought adidas sneakers, with a scarf around her neck, her fiery curly brownish hair bouncing in the air with her, her olive green eyes slowly blinking but wet with tears, her lips open, her face giving a frightened look but her makeup still on her face.                                               Yup ! That is me at the moment. I came running down at the end of the street and now I see I am at least 10 blocks away from where I started running. It is almost 2 in the morning where I am freezing out . I now notice that I am now on the main road. I am panting my heart out as is I will be out of oxygen if don't stop running. I see a street cut and go in that and beside a trash trunk I sit and am so relieved that I won't be followed over here now. But now,  I will freeze to death if I don't find a place warm. I see a cafe on the street who were just closing.