Ecstasy

Who is Lorenzo?

"I always feel like somebody's watching me 

And I have no privacy."

- Excerpt from Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

BRIELLE WILLIAMS

I have been lying low for a while and I've been extremely paranoid over everything.

I'm walking back from the bus stop. Everybody is busy plus Terry isn't working tonight. Hannah has shit to do immediately right after and I don't trust anybody in that disloyal place.

I hear footsteps and I stop dead in my tracks to listen closely. I grab my pepper spray and I wish I had my pocket knife but I accidentally left that in my apartment.

I continue on walking home but my paranoia is 100%. I stop, listen, and when I hear nothing, I continue walking again, I hear footsteps and... Everything just repeats.

I'm getting tired of this cat and mouse chase and it's fucking stupid. I look behind me and my heart drops.

Two men are standing a couple feet away from me.

I'm not hearing things.

I begin running... and I mean running for my absolute fucking life and it doesn't help that my bag is practically dragging me down.

However, that shit isn't going to stop me at all and I mean it. I'm just down the block from Anna's house and when I'm inside the apartment complex, I'll be safe... hopefully.

I'm so close.

Someone's hand goes out in front of me and I couldn't manage to avoid it. I fall on the ground and with no hesitation the person grabs me, dragging me down the alleyway they came from.

I'm scared. So scared.

Something is put on my mouth and I know it's something laced with drugs and I hold my breath but they continue dragging my body down the alleyway.

I can see black spots and right when I'm on the verge of passing out... in the corner of my eye I notice a white van. I just-

I want to go to sleep.

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I feel cold liquid on me and my eyes shoot open because I'm now even colder because I'm drenched in unfamiliar liquid.

I look up to see a man who is holding a bucket.

"Eso llevó mucho tiempo," he grumbles and I'm confused. Why is this man speaking Spanish all of a sudden?

Wait. I've been kidnapped.

Now, with my situation realness rushing towards me, I'm now very scared. Why am I kidnapped?

"¡Levántate!" he yells at me. I never took Spanish because I took French.

Ah, I would love to go to Paris, that's my dream. However, I'm here and I think I'm going to die here.

"I-I don't understand," I tell him because I don't want to piss him off if he's telling me to do something because I didn't understand what he's saying.

He grumbles Spanish profanities and grabs my arm, pulling me up from the floor. I stand up and I'm met with a ton more guys.

Were they always there?

"Señor, ella se ha despertado," the man says and soon someone walks right in front of me.

"Hola, señorita," the man says and I'm scared that he's another Spanish speaking person.