authors note: again, evan's flashback continued..
When I woke up,
I had the worst pain
on the back of my head.
Across the room,
was a girl in a mask.
"Tatianna, I do not
like this at all."
I felt so defenseless,
so weak,
close to dying.
"Shut up,
you said you needed money quick,
so here you go."
The migraine,
unfortunately,
was incredibly painful.
I felt like I couldn't move,
like I was paralyzed.
"Not like this, Tatianna.
Not like this."
I caught a glimpse
of the the rest of my body,
and became scared of my life
when I saw I was tied up.
I yelled help
with all the strength I had.
Tatianna came over to me
and with enormous force,
kicked my side.
"Evan, I do like you.
But see,
my friend across the room
needs cash quick.
We aren't going to kill you relax.
All we are going to do is take your cash
and maybe drug you again so you won't remember."
Again,
I screamed for help,
but in return
received another rough kick to the side.
"Tatianna, ENOUGH.
LET HIM GO, NOT LIKE THIS."
The mysterious girl
came over
and untied me.
"Evan,
I'm so, so, sorry."
Was she really, though?
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Short StoryEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story
