Now, she was outside? Now, what could she do? Keep on running? Or at least try to?
Natali vaguely heard Simon continue to shout at her, shouting at her to continue running, to get away from Blaine, to not look back as they brawled. She heeded his advice, but as she continued to struggle, putting one foot after the other on the grass to move forward, she felt her heart beat with every step she took. She felt like a fucking coward, leaving Simon to go fend off Blaine. She wanted to live, but could she live with that on her conscience?
She didn't know, and so, she kept on limping away, as fast as she could, fueled by desperation and fear. Yes, she was desperate. yes, she was scared. Very much so. But maybe, that was why she had managed to continue getting away in the first place? She wasn't sure, so she didn't look back. Couldn't look back.
Maybe she needed to be selfish in order to live, but...but no. She couldn't.
She just continued to limp, on her shitty leg and fucking flip-flops. Away from this mess. Just as far away as she could.
(Natali Greer continued in Septic