A man grabs me from behind, the most harshly I have felt since arriving here.
Kowa's mother screams and shoots her gun, letting the bullets fly anywhere. Her screams are soon muffled and a man or two places pieces of fabric over my mouth and eyes.
I hear a door slam shut and the sound of an engine. Something slams into me roughly and my eyes sting surprisingly. I can't breath. I can't breath. My feet and legs seem to become rubber and I fall. The last thing I feel is small, thin hands capturing me.
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Our Mental Love
Fiksyen Remaja"She coughs lowly. I stare back at her. She looks up at me. Her eyes are beautiful and so deep. They mean something much more than emotion. I wonder if my eyes are like that." -Our Mental Love This is a story about Darren's slightl...
