So she ran.

She didn’t know what to do, what to think. Actually she didn’t want to think at all.

So she grabbed her iPod and slammed the door on the way out.

She got lost in the music. Her feet moved to the ever changing beat. If the music was fast, she sprinted. If it was slow, she jogged.

When she got tired, she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. As soon as she did stop, she would have to face everything.

After a while she got tired. But she refused to give in. She thought about one step at a time. Concentrating on just putting one foot in front of the other.

She wasn’t ready to face the facts. She would never be ready.

So for now, all she could do was run.

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