She walked slowly into the Police station.
She could feel the blood running down her legs.
She knew that her face was beaten and bloody too.
She was half dressed, ropes on her wrists, and no shoes.
She wished she had shoes.
She struggled to stay upright.
The female officer behind the counter lifted her head and looked past the person that she was dealing with. She screamed, there was a scramble from the next room as other officers ran to help.
Megan's last thoughts, as she crumbled to the floor, were, “thank God, I made it”.
She could feel the blood running down her legs.
She knew that her face was beaten and bloody too.
She was half dressed, ropes on her wrists, and no shoes.
She wished she had shoes.
She struggled to stay upright.
The female officer behind the counter lifted her head and looked past the person that she was dealing with. She screamed, there was a scramble from the next room as other officers ran to help.
Megan's last thoughts, as she crumbled to the floor, were, “thank God, I made it”.
