ugly >> z.m

"Where the shit is Naomi?" I murmured to myself when I finally felt the burst of cool air from the night.

I enjoyed myself for the next 5 minutes before a crash was evident in the air. My breath was caught in my throat, what the fuck?

I found myself in a curiosity stance, and decided to go down the straight.

"Get him!"

"He's fucking squirming like a little shit!"

I heard more glass hit the floor and I couldn't trust my voice to speak.

As the scene became more apparent to my eyes, I couldn't help the gasp that escaped.

Two boys held a man down and were jumping him, smashing beer bottles on his body and head.

"What the fuck is going on?" I noticed my mistake, as the two boys looked up startled.

I soon realized that I would be next. I was a witness.

Immediately I was running as far as my heels could possible go, and the boys were chasing me.

The next day I didn't know I was going to wake up, ugly.