Chinese take away. I hate it, every little thing about it is just abhorrent. And here is was standing right in front of the cashier clutching the 10 dollar bill, voicing my order to the woman who didn't understand a lick of English and just waiting to leave as soon as possible.
You see, I have more important things to do than wait around with some friends eating the only thing I can stomach: prawn crackers. I have a trillion things running through my mind. As we all settle down into conversation I take notice of a small prod on the shoulder.
"Miss, you forgot this." His freakishly large hand extended and revealed a fortune cookie. I carefully grab hold of the cracker as I break it open. The cookie releases the paper inside as a quickly unravel it. I stared blankly that the message. I soon snapped out of my shock and quickly gathered my stuff inside my blue backpack rushing good byes.
I step outside, still gazing at my fortune as it read 'I need you to get out of here. Don't do anything just get out, now." I was horrified why they were telling me this. I was shaken out of my train of though when a scruffy man with a puffed up creme jacket yanked at my upper arm, causing me to fall over towards him. He dragged me across the wet black pavement, me, tripping and slipping up until I gradually got my balance back. I soon then started to try and free my arm and in utter panic yelped and squealed and screamed until the man placed duct tape on my mouth. It was getting darker as there were less and less street lights. The streets were getting smaller and the graffiti has started to become more and more.
My heart is beating out of its chest and I'm struggling to break free from his tightly sealed grip. Before I knew it pain exploded on the top of my head as I came crashing down onto the pavement with blackness coming over my eyes. I saw the faces of several more faces before I blacked out.
