Gone like the Wind

And she ran.

Like a lightning bolt streaking through the cold, barren streets; she ran. She ran from that broken, worn down place those people called home. The screaming in the kitchen. The painful memories and thoughts. She ran from her tears as she tried not to replay the agonizing moment over and over and over in her head. Trying to drown out the phone calls that kept coming, she pushed the volume button until all she could hear was the music, blasting so loud making her ears screech in pain. She r a n even though she couldn't breathe; not from her lungs and legs burning in excruciating pain, but from the h e a r t b r e a k. She ran faster every time she felt like breaking down and giving in, succumbing to the easy, acceptable route--letting the tears overwhelm and shake her body. Again she r a n. She ran so she wouldn't feel so b r o k e n.

She ran so she didn't fall apart.