She gripped the shiny rail with shaking hands and vomited thin bile. She did not have the will to go on anymore. She was only sure that she couldn’t return to the supposed home where he used and abused her every single night.
She felt rather than saw the tall man standing in the shadows of the tunnel’s mouth. His features were blurred and indistinct, as if he did not quite exist.
He beckoned and she went, taking his hand. He led her from a world in which she had no place to one where she need never fear again.