If you're week, you bite the dust. That's about the only thing I know is true. But perhaps that's because there's a 220 pound male bully sitting on my back, holding both my arms in his left hand, while holding my head down with his right hand. His four comrades just laugh, and one of them kicked me in my right side. He started shouting at me:
"had enough little girl? Wanna go home to mommy?"
I couldent help it, I just had to laugh. The situation was both serious, and very funny at the same time. But you can't lose if there's no fight.
"That might be a bit hard, since I don't have a mother. Or a father for that matter."
He suddently stopped shouting and kicking, and looked like….like he knew what I had gone through….No way I was gonna be saved by a mommys boy!
I smiled my best "are you retarded?" smile, and with scorn in my voice I said:
"Weren't you just kicking me? Or is mommy calling for you, so she can teach you how to grow a pair?"
That really ticked all of them off! Here they where, attacking an innocent girl in the woods, and she had the guts to act tough? I was so gonna die. But it didn't matter. I had no family, no friends, no house, nothing to return to anyways. I lived wherever I wanted to, so it had been a long time since I last had been in a village. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts, when one of the 5 men screamed. I couldn't see anything since my head still was held down, but I heard the sound of a body hitting the ground, and felt something warm and thick touching my hand. From that point, everything went fast. Long story short: funny sounds, bodies hitting the ground, and I was convinced that my time was up. So when I heard the guy on my back getting killed, I was ready to die. He got pushed off my back, and I could hear calm steps, walking towards my right side. I had closed my eyes, and just waited to get my throat cut or something. It sounded like someone kneeled down… and sighed?!
" Don't robbers have any fantasy at all these days?" Someone said, as a pair of cold hands examined my ribs, which differently was broken. I opened my eyes and screamed in pain. I grabbed out, and caught the cold hands, but that move was so painful that I fainted. The last thing I saw, was a pair of concerned, warm, black eyes.