Standing at the platform, a small sports bag warming my bare feet. There’s a train ticket in my left hand, a bloodied stiletto heel in my right and something missing inside.
I have to get away.

I never meant to do it. He was coming at me; he was going to hurt me again. I was lying on the floor, half undressed, bruised and battered, and it was all I could do to grab my shoe and hold it in front of me, what I though was a feeble defence.
I didn’t know it would go into his neck.
I tried to wash the blood off my body but it’s still on my clothes. All that’s in my bag is some food and underwear. No passport. No phone. So I’m stuck in this country, and they’ll find me sooner or later.

But I’ll start running: like a TV show it will be a thrilling chase. Right now, I’m just waiting.
The train pulls into the station and I take a step in.
“Sam!” I hear my name called and turn sharply, only to see him standing there.
The doors close as he runs up, no blood. Had I imagined it all? The train chugs off as I stare in awe.