Walking

Dead bright white sun shone hard in the bluest sky.  Her skin was burnt.  She had been walking all morning, bleeding and getting weaker with each step.

“Just act normal and no one will see you,” she thought.

She didn’t want to believe what had happened and she couldn’t believe that someone had made her do it again.

She was walking, they said.  Walking too slowly down the street not to be noticed immediately, yet she still managed to make it almost all the way home before she fell dead in the threshold of the front door of her apartment.