I walked, down those wet roads and up those small alleys, trying to make sense of the routes Matt and I took just a few hour of ago, when I first got into this mess.

It was dark and the only thing that gave me a sense of security was moon shining above.

I wanted to crawl back from where I cane from but how? I didn't know this place and as much as I hate to say it, I was lost. Yet I refused to ask for directions and kept walking… well mostly because the streets of this part of town were all deserted and only homeless folk occupied these corners.

A sudden gush a wind blew past and I wished even more I knew where I was walking….

Shivering with the cold, I stopped in my tracks to collect myself.

I needed a plan and a good one, fast.

I started to think of all these ways to get back home and the story I'd tell my family, but then suddenly I was interrupted with the sound of a slow running car.

For an odd reason this surprised me because frankly all this time I was walking I saw no cars on this street whatsoever.

I didn't turn to see the car, instead kept walking on my way, pretending I never heard it. I needed to mind my own business.

I kept walking a bit faster now, I guess the beats of my heart where syncing with my feet, because for some reason I had this instinct of being in danger.

Hastily I started to run, faster and faster but the sound of the car got louder. Now panic started to seize over my body and my chest started to tense up so much that it felt like it was difficult to breathe.

I heard a few heavy yells and before I knew it I felt someone trying to grab my shoulder.

I finally tilted my head to look back and there I caught a glimpse of a van full of shabby men around their mid to late 20s.

Two of them had jumped out, one who wore a skull cap and thought he looked cool with one ear pierced and one who had just tried to grab my shoulder and the blood shot eyes would suggest he'd been doing something recently.

I panicked even more; I didn't know what they were going to do. I was afraid so I ran even faster but eventually the one with the skull cap caught up to me and held on to my hand whipping me around so I faced him and fell into his grasp.

"What do you want?" I spit out, literally.

He looked disgusted, "Calm down!"

I shoved, kicked and tried to claw myself out, but I saw his friend, who'd caught up to us to hold me down.

"Shut this bitch up!" the high one spat.

I glared at him and before I could think I punched him with so much force, it surprised both of them, including me. For a moment, they let me go, letting me escape and run away, but to no avail because while the one tried to wipe the blood now dripping from his nose, other caught me right by the waist and hauled me over.

"The boss said not to lay a scratch on you, but you're making it rather difficult!" the one with the nosebleed barked, while slipping out some sort of handkerchief out.

"Cool it!" the capped man yelled at the other one. "He'll ruin you if you touch her…"

The one sighed, giving me a dark look.

I wanted to slap him, so hard that my hand could leave an imprint, but I was tied down. These two men were too heavy for me to push off.

The guy supposedly named, Jason just wiped the dripping blood and growled at me, before covering my mouth with that same handkerchief I thought he was about to use for his nose.

I was going to scream right there and then but I fell. Fell into the dark abyss, leaving everything unsettling in my stomach and the desire to come back to life, but I couldn't.