<strong>Elizabeth</strong><br/><br/><br/>Her legs were burning like fire. She tripped over as she felt her heel break beneath her foot. A jolt of pain shot through her leg. She never thought her life would come to this, one tease too many. Men were used to getting what they wanted, and dear Liz was almost willing to do anything in order to achieve her goals. Michael though, was not a man of importance and was drunk and reeked of  cigarettes. She thought it would be fun to flirt with him and dance. When he offered her a ride home she knew it would be best since it was late and she didn’t want to walk home drunk. It proved to be a mistake though when he pulled the car over. He didn’t know though that she threw a mean punch and Michael was not one who liked the woman to get the upper hand. So there she was running. Running for dear life, because she knew that someone like her ending up dead would just be an ‘unfortunate tragedy that everyone saw coming.’<br/><br/><br/>The fog seemed to come out of nowhere. Nearly blinding her vision, she never thought fog could come out of nowhere. It was almost magic, and she found herself slightly comforted. If she could barely see, then he couldn’t find her. She closed her eyes tightly trying ease the nausea she felt. When she opened them the fog cleared up and she saw a run down looking cabin that read Trading in black letters. The place seemed welcoming enough, anything was better then turning around.<br/><br/>When she walked inside she suddenly felt better. The place took her by surprise. The warmth and the smell of muffins, it’s been so long since she had a chocolate chip muffin. She felt that this place was surreal, but she felt like she belonged there. That this was the one place in the world that she needed to be.<br/>