I am in a dark and terrifying place. I know I am walking, but in a way I feel like I'm not controlling my feet. They just keep going. Stop, stop, I try to tell them with my mind.

I hear tires rolling slowly on gravel, but I can't find the vehicle they belong to. My spine tingles every time the sound inches nearer. A cold wind whips my hair around and I can feel my cheeks and nose becoming red.

Finally my feet stop. They feel sore, but I know it's not a good idea to sit down and relax. In fact, it was not even a good idea to stop. I could have just made the worst mistake of my life. Of my existence.

A car door opens and quickly shuts. I start to run, picking up momentum as I go. Tears run down my face and I want to scream. I want to let someone know I am out here, alone. That I need help. Now.

But I don't scream, I don't slow down. I hear someone speaking in a quiet voice. Somehow they have caught up to me. I know because I can hear panting, feel them breathing on my neck: I shake all over. I shiver, my teeth chatter, I hug myself tighter. I don't hear them anymore, they could be gone.

For some stupid reason, I turn around to see where they are, how close the person may be. Arms reach out to me and I start to scream. Big, rough hands cut me off and I'm tossed into the trunk of a car. I'm restrained by a voice in my head telling me to stay still.

I have many ideas of what could happen to me next. Then I hear a conversation happening in the front of the car. It was low voices. Two men. Now I wanted to become nonexistent. No one would want to be in this situation. The car engine starts and I can feel every bump in the road as the car goes down the road. I imagine everything that I have ever heard on the news, read, or watched on T.V. what if that stuff happens to me? My clothes being ripped off and me being thrown into a ditch. What if that girl on the nine o' clock news will be me?

Now the car stops and two seatbelts are unbuckled. Two car doors open and feet crunch on gravel again. I wince at the sound, and tuck my head between my knees. The trunk opens and I move as far away from the moonlight as possible. Arms come to me, and hands grab my feet and arms. They drag me out and I scream at the top of my lungs. I try to hold onto something, but find nothing.

A fist strikes me on the side of my head, blood running down my ear. I am thrown on the ground, being kicked multiple times. Hands grope my chest and I hear snickering. My shirt is being slowly lifted up. I push the hands away. I kick the shins of one of the men. My energy is running low, yet sweat is rolling down my forehead.

Then lights turn on and everything I just saw is gone. People are staring at me with hard and cold looks. I brush off my pants and stand up feverishly , my head hanging down low. I feel ashamed for what people probably saw or heard.

I walk over to a bench and sit down. The worst fear ever. I failed at standing up to it and taking the challenge. My head falls into my hands and I try hard not to run away.

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