Running

Feeling the movement in the wind she stood on the shoreline and watched the waves crash beneath her feet. She couldn't say what drew her to this place time and time again, but the beauty of the sea always reassured her much simpler than she often framed it in her mine. She left something behind in that old town, she left part of herself dangling from that old wind-chime that danced in the evening breeze. It was of no importance now. No nothing mattered anymore except the fight for her life. They would soon find her here, she knew it. He was dead and  she was to blame- there was no getting around that. What could she possibly say that would make  her seem like less of a monster? Every time she closed her eyes she could see his body lying lifelessly in that chair. His eyes glazed over and staring into nothingness. All she wanted was to give him a strong enough dosage so that he would come clean about what he had done that night in July. The little girl inside her deserved vindication. He was guilty of manipulation of the cruelest kind and it was her right to do what the law could never do. He had enough money to buy the town outright and that was exactly what he'd succeeded at doing- placing a price tag on everyone that came in contact with. But she couldn't be bought, and the burned him to the core. Who was she to decide that she had intrinsic value when the rest of the world happily sold itself  for pennies on the dollar?