Even though I screamed, I'm not as scared as it looked. Not yet at least. I know I could take down the lean looking man, but the stronger looking ones, I don’t know. I have muscles but not much. The bleach haired guy clamped a hand over me mouth.

I dug my teeth into his hand, drawing blood. He hissed, jerking it away.Using whatever strength I can utilize, I performed the self-defense moves Bobby, V, and Jungkook tried so hard to teach me. 

I went for the tatooed man first, swinging hard. He stumbled back, hand flying to his cheek. My leg moves on its own, gliding up and hitting him square in the jaw. The men were surprised bringing a smirk to my face. It left when the bleach haired guy smacked me down, drawing blood.

His hand left my right cheek stinging. It’ll leave a mark. I barely felt the pain. He pushed me back against the wall, so fast my head slams against the rock. A punch connects to the other side of my face, making my ear ring.
I jerked my knee up, hitting one of the twins’ baby maker. He yelped in pain and staggered away. I tried running, but one of his friends replaced him, grabbing my bag and swung me against the wall. He pulled my bag from me and tossed it down the alleyway.

"N-no..." I said meekly.

I couldn't escape. I couldnt see Bobby, V, or Jungkook. I couldn't see Auntie. I can’t see Adela. I couldn't see anyone...

“I like feisty girls.”
The bleach haired man whispers in my ear, breath blowing on my ear. His hands trailed down my body. A tear sliped down my cheek.

My mind was screaming for help.

“Not so strong now huh?”

His hand slipped up my top, trailing up and down My ribcage. My hands trembled and my heart was thrashing in my chest.

“I have a thing for skinny girls”
I struggled a bit but failed and let out a sob.
“Keep crying. I like weak girls.”
My blood ran cold. My kind went numb. I only had one thought.

I wish he would drown. 
 

A male voice sneered. 

“What the ?”

The hands left my body and I peeked my eyes open. Water, murky and dark, steadily filled the alley, stopping at the edges as if there were walls there. Ripples, coming from me, move across the water, which was now filling the alleyway. 

The man to my side, the one with tattoos on his neck, slipped under the water, quick like something pulled him under the water.
Was I doing this?

“N!”
The man with bleached hair went under next, his blonde hair disappearing. Neither the blonde man’s nor the tan boy-N’s body resurface.

It’s me doing this.

“LEO!”
“N!”

The man who looks like the strongest slips but doesndidn'tt go under. He fought the water that’s pulling him down. 

“Taecyeon!"

The last of the men shouted grabbing onto his precious friend.

“Remember me?”
My heart stopped not in fear, but in relief. My body relaxed at that sound of the familiar voice. I could recognize it anywhere. 
Chanyeol.

Chanyeol’s hand rose as flames burst from it; imitating a bird flapping its wings. The rest of the men ran away, the water let go of Taecyeon. 

“Are you okay? Your lip is bleeding.”
Chanyeol mmovedin front of me. A cap covered his hair, his amber eyes are covered by brown contacts. It’s cool, how much covering his hair and changing his eye color makes him look different. His hand cuped my cheek. His thumb grazed over the cut on my lip, coming away with blood smeared across the tips of it. 

“You have really big fingers.” I said bluntly. He rose an eyebrow before snickering.
“Wow…I save your life and you insult my fingers.” Chanyeol placed a hand over his heart as though offended. 

I realised that everything that happened was real, and I couldn't stop the tests from cascading down my cheeks. 

“Thank you for saving me.” My words were caught in my throught, my body shaking as I tried to stop. I was so weak. 

But wasn't I