Writing WIP thinger!!!

K.

Heavy breathing, sore body, bloody shoes, an unbelievable amount of dread and regret, crunching leaves and sticks, and one hell of amount of pain. I messed up. I messed up real bad. Things like this don't happen often where i'm from, at least i don't think so. Pure stupidity, jealousy, and obsession is a nasty nasty thing to put together. Tonight that mix caused something horrible to happen, and now i'm running for my life, no idea where the hell i am going, jumping over fences and logs and in and out of some woods, trying to keep myself from barfing all over the place. I'm not even sure i'm being chased. I didn't see them come after me, but why wait for that when you can just bolt. I'm running down a surprisingly empty sidewalk, passing by some people out on their nightly walks or walking their dogs, hoping they don't notice everything wrong with me: Torn clothes, cut up face, and of course the blood on my boots. My entire body aches, feeling like i might just collapse any moment now. I have about 3 minutes to decide where i'm planning on going before it's too late, and those two choices are either the police station or the hospital, but it doesn't take me long to pick the station as it'd be much simpler either way. I feel myself slowing down, looking around to see if it's safe for me to do so. Nobody is behind me. Nobody is beside me. Nobody is here. I come to a stop, trying to catch my breath but remembering just because you can't see or hear someone doesn't mean they aren't there, so i start running again, a bit slower than before. I start going over what happened tonight, crossing the street and taking a right. 8am. 3pm. 1am. 3:40am. I don't know what time it is now, and for some reason that bothers me more than the prickling pain in my legs. As i start to think more and more i begin to forget about it though, pointing out random details that can be helpful in my case once i likely get interrogated by the police. After what feels like 20 minutes but was really 9 i arrive at the police station, running to the door but once i put my shaky hand on the door handle i freeze. How am i going to explain to my mom what happened? The cops will have to get in contact with my mother, and just the thought of her possible reaction right now brings me more fear than before. Taking my hand off of the door I look around me, my eyes getting watery. I'm not sure i can do this anymore.