The rain trickled down lightly on the cars and sidewalk on this sad and lonely Saturday night as the young girl ran. It wasn't easy being homeless, especially when your running from cops. Freezing water splashed in her shoes as she kept running, the cold hurt but it wasn't enough to make her stop. The police sirens grew louder, she had to think of something quick before she was screwed. Then, right in front of her she saw the answer. Rows and rows of cars were parked outside a cafe called "The Souffle." She looked up at the sky, silently thanking God and ran inside the building. This particular cafe' was packed. This was a good thing, if there was more people then they were less likely to notice a homeless girl running from cops. She tried her best to casually walk into the girls bathroom, halfway there she found out she didn't need to. People were too busy chatting with others, not having a care in the world. God did she envy them. With a sigh, she opened the bathroom door and closed it, locking it behind her. She dug through her pockets and found some squished up pizza she stole. Her mouth was watering so bad she didn't care if it was gross, she was so hungry. As she gorged it down there was a knock on the door. "What?" the girl snapped. The muffled voice behind the door asked if she was done yet and the girl rolled her eyes. "Hang on a minute" she said then took one look in the mirror. She was beautiful, but sometimes beauty has a price to pay...especially when your father was interested in you. Her hair was chopped off and short, she had no choice, she didn't have a brush. However it was once beautiful and black. Her eyes were a light green and her lips were full and beautiful. She had an average body but grew skinnier over time. Four months...it's been four months since her father raped and beat her...four months. Her mother thought she was a whore and told all of her family members....four months of struggling. She wanted to break down and cry, but there was no time for that...she needed to find a place to sleep tonight. She walked out ignoring the rude girl that pushed her aside to go to the bathroom and sat down alone at a table. She sat there looking at her warn out gloves. A woman came up to her and asked her for her order, she ordered...she wasn't going to pay the bill of course. She was going to run again like always. Running was how she survived.