I can't think when my heart is racing; I can hear it pounding. It's as if my heart is about to burst out of my chest any second now. I run out of the house, get on my bike and chase off. It's far and the only thing that's helping me see where I'm going are the street lights. As I'm peddling, I can see my tears falling from my face to the pavement behind me making wet spots with the rain on the ground. I keep going, my brain isn't functioning. It doesn't know where I'm headed, but my mind sure does. I'm here, at least I think this is where I should be. I show up at his door wet and cold and covered in scars and bruises.
