Time to go

The world continued to go by, but she just sat there, heart pounding, trying to control the low wail escaping her lips. Movement up, movement left, movement down, movement right. Time passes both slowly and like a shot. The low night rush crept up as the sun dimmed. She had gone past the point of hunger now, but ever limb felt heavy and useless. Sharp breezes caused slow jitters to run up and down the spine. She bit her tongue and slithered down the rough brick wall. Feet on cold pebbles. Jolt, run, before people notice you.