What If?

My feet hit the ground running, pain shooting through my head and my stomach. Rain pounding on the pavement, tearing into my skin, leaving me cold, breathless.
I can't let him find me, not again. He said he'd kill me if I tried to escape last time. But I can't let him hurt... it.

I never wanted this thing inside me, never wanted my body to be anything but my own, but I'm done having him use me, hurt me, over and over.

I've stopped running. Why've I stopped running? I start again, picking up my pace, scared I can see his shadow closing in on me and-

It's my shadow. He's got me scared of my own shadow.

I can feel my right eye swelling up, bruises forming on my arms and stomach over the ones already dotting my body.
Tomorrow I'll look like someone shot me with purple and blue paint all over, but right now I need to get away from him.

I don't have anywhere to go, very little money, and only the clothes on my back, but anywhere's better than there.
I daren't look back, in case I see him following me, his glaring green eyes looking directly through to my soul, crushing my hopes, dreams aspirations, my will to survive.
I will not let him do the same to the small life inside me.

I trip, the uneven pavement betraying me, and I go sprawling, curling my body inwards to protect it. My hands are grazed, and there's now blood mixing with rainwater, but I don't care.
I push onwards, force myself to keep going. I won't stop until I know I'm safe, so I'll probably be running for most of my life.
The rainwater is stinging my cheeks, thunder booming and echoing overhead, and every time there's a flash of lightning, I jump at my own shadow.

This is what he's done to me, this is what he's turned me into.