The Misunderstood

That night

I was out that night. It probably wasn't the best of places. The sun went down quickly as my friend left my side for home.

Two guys that have been there for a while stand closer by a near by tree. They looked a little suspicious, and god how I wish I had followed my gut instinct.

But I stayed where I was, waiting for my ride. As time passes there is now two more guys dressed in hoods and backpacks walking over. The only light being supplied from the nearing lights, I wanted to leave, but fear had froze me.

So I turned my gaze away from the men, so they wouldn't think that I was trying to snoop. But I think that I had only given them a different idea..

What happened next was very blurry, and get still very clear to me.

"Let's go, make this quick"I hear, and as I look up I see 3 of the 4 running toward me. I get up and dart over to the left if me as fast as I can and jump grasping the top of a cement wall.

I tried to pull myself up, but it was too late. Fear was all I could feel as hands grasped my ankles accompanied by me forcefully falling into the dirt ground below.

I then gasped, then choked as one of the men sits on my chest. "Please stop" I whimper. "I can't breath".

" shut up bitch." Is what I received along with the back of his hand forcefully hitting against my face.

Tears up in my eyes as I look around for anyone to help, but the only other person there is is the 1 out of the 4 people that didn't run over....