Yes it was painful, very painful. It hurt me in many ways. How? You ask. Well... let me tell you, but perhaps I should start at the beginning so you know exactly what in talking about. It all started on a Friday night, I was walking home from a party. I felt something... I felt...I felt like I was being watched, followed, stalked...you know what I mean? It was around 12-12:30. Of course I kept walking (only if I would have called for a ride instead) I had walked about 3 blocks when I saw a dark figure in a van. He was driving slowly...oh so slowly. I quickly realized it was following me. I was being followed. That's when I started to run! The van disappeared. It was...gone. (at least I thought it was) as I walked past an alley I suddenly lost my balance and felt a sharp pain in my arm. It was him... my stalker...he had me. The next thing I knew he had thrown me into his van and hit me.
