I ran.
I panicked and I ran
Because she left.
Because she was supposed to be there and she left. I stayed for
what felt like hours, shaking and frozen, before I burst - bloody
and poisonous - and simply ran. At first I was hesitant, because
what if she did come back? Then I would have left her. This
thought was only brief, because the heart can overpower the brain
and at this point my heart was screaming, screeching with aching
palpitations, demanding that I leave now.
I ran until I reached the car park, and then I started to cry -
thick, heaving, heavy - and my breath became laboured, asthmatic.
My vision blurred; I could not tell what car was mine, but I had
to get away; searching for anything familiar, I tugged on a vague
black door - it was locked. My throat burned and suddenly my
stomach was on the ground - bile, breakfast, and something
terrifyingly red. A feat for my weak eyes, I saw her in the
distance, and the desire to run increased astoundingly. But I
couldn't run, and I couldn't face her. In that moment I
wished I were blind, so I turned around and closed my
eyes.