The pristine ivory silk was ever so pristine, it was all too civilised. My plate was still empty, the food here is so posh. Fine steak, lamb, beef, all atrocious. Beginning to massage my head to relief the stress it wasn't working at all. I looked at our peaceful table.

Scraping my seat on the marbled floor, I run out of the posh place needing natural air. My finger slip down the stoned mosaic. The area I'd like to eat at is four miles away at least. Slipping discreetly into an alley I catch the thin black fabric coating my legs and they tear. "Great." I groan, feeling a cold, painful rush. Blood.

My leg was almost paralysed with this new pain in my leg, I slipped down the wall. Crying myself to insanity, well nearly. A man came over to me, lifting my frail body. "What's your name?" He asked, his voice soft and caring. "Harriet." I sob, as he carefully caresses his arms around my legs to lift me.

He places me into his car, a simple one nothing posh. Luckily as that's the opposite of what I'm desiring. The long roads grow longer per heartbeat, which speeds up.