She was running. Long legs pushing, heart pounding, muscles throbbing. She was running from something.
She was running from the pressure of finals coming up, from the homework she should be doing. She was running from the fact that her boyfriend and her had mutually broken up a week ago. She was running from her life.
Her feet thumped across the grassy field, the hard pavement, traversing the terrain of the campus as fast as she could.
Her breathing was becoming more and more labored. She felt the strength in her ebbing, but she forced herself on. Only a little longer anyways.
She swung her arms to the rythm of the music. Her ipod was strapped to her right bicep, and provided endless motivation through thumping beats and rocking lyrics.
She ran late at night, when she wanted to get away from it all. She felt more alone that way, nobody else around. The whole world felt empty. It was calming, peaceful.
She slowed down as she arrived at a small field outside her dorm. She stopped, gasping for air, closing her eyes, relaxing and listening to the music. She took her ipod off her arm, and chose one of her favorite songs, pumping up the volume as well.
It's too bad really. Perhaps if she hadn't turned up the volume, she would've heard the car door open nearby. She would've heard the footsteps behind her.