For You

I walk the streets alone, hoping to find a plan. The strength to go on. The ally ways are empty, until I hear a shriek of terror. I hastily turn around and see a boy dressed in black beating a woman in fishnet tights and a long, low cut shirt. She's defiantly a whore. He spits out some words of owing money and takes her wallet, throwing her to the ground with one last kick to the gut. His head snaps towards me while he stuffs the cash into his pocket. A devious smile forms on his lips and he lifts his pointer finger to me, moving it in the motion to come forward.