I run, and run, and run, until I can’t breathe. I’m now at a bus station and a smile spreads across my face. But then I’m pulled into a car and a pain shoots through my arm. I look down but my vision is blurry and I can’t see any thing. I pass out, my head falling on someone’s shoulder. I was in for a treat. A big one actually. I remember when I screamed at my mother. Then packed my bags and left. But I then some men were chasing me and i dropped my bags. My bags!. I had my belongings in there. I couldn’t move or talk or hear anything. So I lay there. On a man’s shoulder. In a car. That’s driving. Away.