For some shelter

I ran out of the room slamming the door behind me. I ran, I wished I had my sister and my best friends, tears all the tears, I ran as blood and tears fell down my face, I ran.
I kept running, trying to get as far away as I possibly could. I could feel the sticky blood running down my cheek, mixed with salty tears and sweat, but I kept running faster than I ever had.
I ran down a deserted alley, my vision was blurry and I felt like I was going to faint as I staggered down the alleyway. I was at the end of it when all of the sudden someone came out of the shadows and pushed me up against the crummy brick wall. I let out a scream before my attacker covered my mouth with their hand and silenced me "Mmm! Mhmmmm!" I tried to speak, yell, scream, anything but nothing could get past the barrier of sound my attacker had put against my mouth. The person arm-bared me to the wall, I could tell it was a man by the thickness of his arms and the small light from the street I could see his figure. His hand slipped. "Lemme go!" I said trying to push the man off me, "HEL-" I tried to cry out in my struggle but the man clamped his hand back over my mouth. "Anne! Anne stop moving!" I kept moving, who ever this was, and however he knew my name I wasn't going to let him hurt me, I going to get away from him. "Anna!" I gasped as I heard him say that, my eyes grew wide and my breathing rash as I went limp under my brother's grasp on me. "Anna." he said letting go off my mouth, I glared at him. "Don't call me that! Let me go Simon!" I yelled at him trying to free my arms from him to push him off of me. Blood, sweat and tears dripped down my face as he gripped me against the hard, cold, brick wall. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he dug his finger nails into my bare arms. "Ahh!" I cried out as my brother extended his claws into my skin. "Anna, be quiet." He said as my arms started to bleed "Maybe if you weren't digging your claws into my arms and holding me against a brick wall against my will I would be quiet!" I shouted at him, he pushed his nails into my arm deeper and I closed my eyes as the tears dripped down my face "Ah! Simon-" he pushed me up against the bricks harder. "Listen to me Anna!" I shut my eyes and tried to move away from his as much as I could but I could only manage to move my head an inch or two. My brother loosened his grip on me for a second and then slammed me against the bricks again. "Ah! Ow!" I screamed, I was crying heavily now as the tears raced down my cheeks and with them drops of blood landed on my brother's jacket. "Anna, she's really not that bad, just come back and talk to us, she just-" I interrupted my brother  "No! No, you don't understand! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SIMON!" I yelled at my brother, he slammed me against the wall again, digging his nails into my bruised, bloody arms. "Ahhh!" the pain was so agonizing "You don't get it, she hurt you but not like she hurt me, she abused your mind when you were young but she abused my body, she abused our sister's body. She beat us Simon, she beat us up every day and you never did anything to stop it! You never-" his hand reached up and clutched my neck, I started to choke "You—you never tried to-to stop it you-you just…" he pushed down harder on my neck "Mph." I squealed, trying desperately to breathe I squeezed my eyes shut trying not to cry any more than I was already. This is the end, I thought, I've been in battle after battle and I'm going to be killed by my very own brother, my own flesh and blood.
As his left hand clenched down on my neck, he sloppily slackened his arm-bar grip on my stomach and arms. For a split second I had an opening, as I struggled to breathe I reached up with my knee, I took half a second to ready myself before I thrust my knee upward into my brother's groin as hard as I could. Simon's grip on my neck slackened as he fell to the ground in pain, my hand shot to my neck feeling the skin that my brother had held so tightly in his grip a second ago. I looked down at him, my lip quivering, tears, blood and sweat pouring down my face and staining my dirty blonde-orange hair that looked so exactly like my…my…the woman that gave birth to me. My brother, who looked so much like my father had, lay on the ground in pain as I panted trying to catch the breath that had been taken from me. I stared at him for a second longer, wiping my arm across my face, spreading the crimson blood across it along with the salty tears and sweet sweat and then, I ran. I ran out of the alleyway and into the street searching for something, something I could take shelter in, some place, someone, anything.