“Run like a Girl.”

_Amelie’s POV_

My chest heaved as I took in greedy breaths.

My head was aching, my limbs hurting.

I was tired. So fucking tired.

But I couldn’t stop.

Looking at the piled up bodies all around me, I let out one last breath.

I didn’t know how long I had fought for. I couldn’t tell how many hours it had been since this fight started.

I lost count of time.

Has it been minutes? Or even an hour? Or two?

I couldn’t tell.

But what I did know was that if I stayed here for even a second longer, I might lose my chance to escape and all these would be in vain.

So I ran.

I ran like my life depended on it, because actually it did.

I ran down the hallway, past the rooms. I turned a corner as I ran down the staircase.

The thought that I actually had no idea where the fuck I was on a fucking map was frustrating.

Was I even still in the same state?

I couldn’t tell, but I would deal with all that when I left this shithole.

I ran until I could barely feel my legs. The blood left a clear tra