Bruises

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People that have trust issues only need to look in the mirror. There they will meet the one person that will betray them the most.

•shannon l alder•

My feet pounded on the concrete and the tar, skimming across gutters and pathways.

I have never run faster in my life.

I am neither a fighter nor someone who flees; I cannot fight because I am not strong enough and I would never win. I cannot flee because I am too scared and I know that I never can escape.

I tripped on the leg of a table.

My face skidded across the concrete, stinging with the new graze that went over a burn on the flesh of my cheek and a bruise on my cheekbone.

I screamed loudly and curled into a ball.

I heard chairs scraping out from their tables behind me, and large hands helped me up into a sitting position.

My eyes were blurred by tears as someone grabbed around my waist and legs, yelling that everything's okay and she'll be fine.

I felt myself being lifted into a car, my face stinging and my hands raw from the fall.

I didn't know what was happening but I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything.

"Well then, sister." The man said. "How are you?"

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