Elena.

It's daylight, bright, like a day for the beach but he is coming. He is coming and I can't stop him, I can't. I sent him money, all that I've made, and extra, I have begged him to simply let me go, to just leave me be, to forget that I ever existed, still he hunts me down these alleyways calling my name as if he were my friend - but in his hands is a knife and he means to twist it in my guts when he gets close.

I have been running in scattered way, run and hide, rinse, repeat. Now my heart beats like it means...