Run away for now

I fled towards the park, trying to lose the people who were, maybe, still following me. After what happened, I was too scared to turn around and look. I'd try to contact Jane and Sophie later, once I managed to lose those on my tracks. For now, all I wanted was to escape and be safe.

The more time passed, the longer I moved, the more I felt myself slowly getting weaker… I had this urge to hide, it was growing stronger and stronger, as if paranoia was taking me over… I reached the park, starting to get exhausted. Dread was building up within me. For some reason, I knew that I was slowly dying...

After a bit, I saw a girl there. She seemed angry and a bit drunk, based on how she walked, wobbling on her feet. She had a mini denim shorts with a keychain attached, military combat boots, and a ripped t-shirt covering her massive chest, as well as whitish blonde hair tied backward with a feather. She looked like the cliché punkish, rebellious girl.

"Fucking bitch…" She muttered, gritting her teeth and kicking a can of soda laying on the ground. I didn’t know what happened to her, but she seemed absolutely pissed.

I wasn”t sure if I should move or try to stay still, hoping that she wouldn’t notice me. Or hoping that my pursuers wouldn’t catch up to me. Moving might scare her off and she might do something to me, but not moving meant possibly being found out by these shady guys...