Grace_09_08_20
Prologue
Sometimes I feel like snow, just drifting. Not knowing where I will end up, sometimes I'm afraid of what's coming, and all I can hope for is some sort of safety net or a way for me to know that everything will turn out ok. Because right now everything is not ok, I'm trapped and I don't know how to escape, I need help and I don't know where to find it, And I'm scared and I don't know how to feel safe again. If you're reading this then you can help me. Please, please come and find me. There are people chasing me, and I'm telling myself run Sophie, run until your shins split and your lungs collapse, run until you can't hear their voices screaming, and until their footsteps get lighter, run.