RunningThe wind swept through her long, tangled dark hair, the rain hit her face hard, stinging her blushed cheeks as she ran. She was running not away but towards something, someplace, someplace brighter, happier, and warmer. Someplace far away from the dark, cold, traumatising world she lived in. She was tired, tired of the beatings she had suffered for too long now. The bruises were deep, dark shadows against her illuminated porcelain skin in the street lights, as they flashed past her while she ran.