The Run

I force myself to take another bend in the road, I turn down the side road forcing my way through the crowed of people trying to get people to block the path behind me, they slowly fade back together forming almost a wall, I turn around just quick enough to see this and slightly smile and let an exhail of breathe leave me. I don't slow my path for word in fear that I will end up having to hide again. I think about switching my hotel yet again but change my mind. He must of just seen me at the grocery store. This is My Story Of The Run. ON GOING