The A Team

White Lips, Pale Face

Danielle's POV
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I was barely able to move, but somehow I managed to get myself to what looked like a run-down apartment complex. I was so cold and desperate anything would do. I walked down to the main office, but the lights were off and the doors were locked.

I heard voices in the distance, loud voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I started to walk towards the talking, it got louder, and I got closer. I was shaking. I just needed to get home, before I have another breakdown. I turned a corner and saw a group of tall men, they were laughing and talking. They were standing by a fence, in a skelly looking neighborhood.

I was a little scared, again, I don't like asking for help. I walked up to them but they didn't even notice me.

"Excuse me?" I asked frightfully.
One man walked up from behind two other men, he gave me a dead eye. I felt cold and unsafe here. Nobody in my entire life has ever, looked at me like the way that man did. I could tell I already got myself in trouble.

I wanted to run but I couldn't, I was locked in that position. He still look at me, like I was a worthless price of crap.
"Do you mind helping m- " I was interrupted by a laugh, a laugh that sounded so wicked. That's when he threw the first punch.