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As I walk down the dark, lonely street, I let my thoughts race around in my head. This past month has been crazy, and I can't believe all that has happened. I try to gather my thoughts as I listen to my music, making my way silently down the street.

I couldn't fall asleep, so I descend to take a nice, quite walk around 1:00 am. Totally normal right? As I bob my head up and down to the music, I think back again to that night. So much has happened in my life since the concert. Once again I let my thought scatter. All the past events of this month come into my head, filling me with so many distractions.

For some reason I can't explain, I have te sudden feeling that someone is watching me. But before I get the chance to turn around and check, a large, sweaty hand covers my mouth, muffling my scream.

"Now it our turn to get back at you" He whispers in my ear.

No. Please, no. Oh my god, no no no no no no. This can't be happenening. I slighty tilt my head up, my vision starting to blur. He is drugging me with something covering my mouth. But I'm still concious enough to confirm my worst fear as I look into his dark brown eyes, an evil grin across his lips.

"Finaly" He whispers. That's the last thing I hear, because my body slumps down, and all I see is black.

Notes

Hey guys! So this is my first story! I know it seems a bit confusing, but it will make sense later, I promise! Hope you like it!:)