Her heart pounded against her chest. She ran and ran, using her legs to get farther and farther. With each step she took, she felt her ankles cry out and tighten up. She didn't dare look back, the fear already almost paralyzed her once. She had to get back, the others would be waiting for her. She tripped, falling over and she came crashing down against the cold concrete. She sat up dazed and confused, taking a moment to gather what she was doing. She had to keep running. But by then, it was too late, it had caught up to her. Her name is Blake Walker. Follow her story. TW: mentions of suicide, sexual assault, abuse, underage drinking and other forms of abuse