Confronted with fear and denial, I froze, not knowing what to do. My self-preservation instinct took over my body, knowing that you should flee from dangerous things.
So I ran.
The thunderous quaking of my colossal thighs shook the park bench as I collapsed on to it, thoroughly exhausted from running so long. As my breaths slowed I became aware of where I was. I was at the park downtown. I sat across from an ice cream stand swarmed by young children. They all begged their mothers to buy them an ice cream cone and screamed in protest if refused. What a nostalgic sight. I, of course, was beyond that stage, being in high school and all. But I wasn't beyond ice cream.