I walk aimlessly around the street. It’s almost 7 in the evening and I have nowhere to go. I trudge towards the alley, debating where to go. Nothing left to do for the day.

I heard some footsteps behind me and no doubt they’re tracking me. Stalker? Maybe.

I felt a strong grip on my shoulder and next thing I knew I was being shoved against the hard wall of the alley. My heart beats violently.

“Hey lil’ girl wanna have some fun?” the larger man grinned.

I could do nothing with those 2 guys around him who’ll catch me if I tried escaping.

I sigh to myself and accept the fact that I will either be violated and left to die, or violated and continued to be tortured by these men until death.

I'm okay with this though. I have nothing to live for, ever since I was left to fend for myself. I don't let people get close to me anymore. Even if they tried, I knew how to push away even the most persistent ones. Sometimes I think about how much things have changed. I remember a time when friends used to mean the world to me, and school used to be an important priority.

I remember a time when family used to be what I could fall back on and even they...

My thoughts were interrupted by the violent grip of the large man. He tugged on my shirt, and let his hands roam in places they shouldn't have been in. I shifted uncomfortably under his large stature, and felt the pain in my shoulders blades from being pushed against the wall.

I wondered how long it would take for me to slip out of conscious. He had his hand on my throat, and I saw one of his men reach into his bag for something. If I had to die, I'd want it to be quick and as painless as it could be... But beggars couldn't be choosers. Suicide wasn't one of my beliefs, and although I wanted to die, I wouldn't kill myself. I wanted it to happen naturally.

But a part of me wondered if suicide wasn't one of my beliefs because, I still had hope in this world.

Maybe deep down, I could tell myself over and over that I wanted to die, while the truth was... I really just wanted someone to love me, to save me, to fight for me.

That’s when he kissed me roughly. I was caught off guard.

So I screamed at the top of my lungs fighting with the strength I have. One of the men slapped me so hard that it might cause a bruised. I want to escape from here. I can’t die here. But I can do nothing with the strength this men have. I’ll die in just a matter of seconds.

But…

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