"And I am not coming back!" ___________ shouted. "You take and you take and you don't understand!"
She ran and ran and ran. How could she explain any better than how she had? Was he that dense?
She finally stopped to look at her surroundings. She saw that door. That looming door. The outside. It was right there calling her name.
That was her door to get away from everything.
"Come back here you crazy bitch! I'll kill you!"
She wasted no time in hurrying out. She stopped though, almost immediately. No grass, no trees, there was nothing. Nothing but stumps and oozing thick sludge. She heard a loud banging on the door and decided that it was time to go. She bolted down the steps, jumping over the stumps and avoiding the slick piles of grime.
She coughed when a light breeze blew past, carrying the pollutants into her lungs. It was bitter. She kept running. She hadn't even noticed that the sun was setting. She dare not return to the city either; people s