I I no longer have the energy to run. At this point, I want to lie down and cry because my entire body hurts, but I force myself to push through. I turned to leave this library; I can't bear to stay any longer. I shuffle toward the front door. Even though it's pouring so heavily and dark outside, I feel more at ease when I can see the outside world. I took a deep breath as I stepped outside the door, which felt nothing short of liberating. I didn't move despite the rain being extremely painful and harsh on my skin when it came into contact with my open wounds. I can hear the sirens now. II "Thank god!"…
The Hatred
