She steps outside.
Another day to get through.
She gets her bike quickly and drives away slowly.
She watches one more time back and then turn to the right.
She feels followed.
Like she always feel.
Why is that? Is it because of her life?
Is it because who she is?
She turns her music on loud.
That’s the way that maybe she wont hear them.
She looks around her.
‘Enough to be happy with..’ She thinks to herself.
Of course a shining sun, a blue sky.
But it’s not like that..
She looks around again.
And of course finds no one behind her.
She moves a little faster,
with the hope they will fall off.
That maybe, a slight change would make,
that she would loose them.
A red light, she waits impatient.
She looks behind her once again.
Only an old man on his bike this time.
She watches the cars while they speed her by.
She frighten for a second. In that car, was that her?
She fast looks behind, at the car. Of course it’s not her. It’s a totally different car
When she looks back, the light is green.
She drives further, slight faster then she did.
Again she has to look behind.
Still only cars, and people on their bike.
She gets nervous of herself. She is afraid.
She wished they were not needed.
But every time she had to use them.
That’s why they follow her.
That’s why they don’t let her escape.
Lies..