It was cold. Rainy, wet, damp... everything I can describe this weather. I trotted alongside the road towards my apartment, when a man stopped me. He was tall, yet looked about the same age as me. I was frightened and tried to run. His grip was too tight for me to escape... I had to think of something. Quick. The mysterious man took out a knife. Oh God. I could feel the blade moving across my skin as he snarled. The man took the knife and prodded it against my throat. I was too scared and startled to ask him who he was, or what he wanted, but this was it. This was it for me.
At least I thought.
