Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

I could be free.

I.

Could.

Be.

Free.

My mind was screaming at me, telling me not to leave.

Telling me that my glass heart wouldn't be able to take the horrific punishment I would receive if he ever found me.

My mind was set in stone: I would not be leaving.

But somehow my bruised limbs overpowered my mind's screams of protest and I found myself grasping the door handle.