@writtenlegacy
she’s freezing . her lungs burn from running further than she should have ever been able to make it , feet bloody from scraping concrete with only ripped socks to protect them , her only protection from the cold being a thin white dress . this escape could have been planned better . hana can’t help but jump at every car driving past , at every person that looks at her . she finds herself curled against a brick wall , knees pulled to her chest as she sobs . her voice is weak , strained (( as is her body )) , ‘ so - someone help me ... please , god ... send someone to help me . don’t make me go back there .. ’
