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itself.
    Crash. The sound of metal banging down one alley made me jump back. I peered down the alley and saw a small cat rummaging through a trash can. My mind was playing tricks on me and I would have screamed if the tension in my muscles had allowed me to. I resumed my walk, increasing my pace. I was hoping and praying that I would just make it home without having to deal with anything. Just for tonight. A single night. That was all I was asking.
    It seemed reasonable to me but I should have known better. This city was beyond reason.
    A man stumbled from around the corner, with my apartment just in front of me. His jeans were tattered, his shirt the same. You could say the same about his brown hair or the growing beard on his face. He was a part of this city just as much as it was a part of him.
    I made my way across the street to avoid him even though walking around would make it longer to get home. When I stepped foot on the other sidewalk, I found myself staring down the darkness I was trying to escape. The shadowy figures in the alley started to lurch forward and before I could make my escape, their pace suddenly quickened and blocked my path.
    “What’s the rush, baby? Why don’t you stay a little while?”
    I looked up at the slum dweller standing in front of me. He looked ordinary. He was wearing a pair of jeans and had a jacket over his shirt. His hair was slicked back and it looked like he had just shaven. But none of the matter. His eyes were enough. It was a look that told me his intentions were devious, regardless of anything he might do or say to deceive me.
    I swallowed nervously as I stood there, the switchblade tucked underneath my armpit as I wrapped my arms around myself. Three of his friends started to walk behind me, surrounding any other exit I might be looking for what.
    “You the quiet type, baby?” he said, a smile forming at the corner of his lip. “It’s okay. I like shy girls. They’re really pretty.”
    He placed his hand up slowly against my cheek, brushing a few strands of hair that were dangling. Instinctively, I jerked my head back and whipped my arm out. I pointed the blade at his neck as he put his hands up.
    “Whoa! Easy there, girl. You don’t want to do that now.”
    “I just want to go home,” I pleaded with him. “Just leave me alone.”
    I had no idea what I was doing and I couldn’t hide it. My hand was shaking. My palm was sweating to the point that the handle was beginning to slip out. I didn’t want to be in this position and I wondered if I even had the nerve to do what needed to be done. I turned around to look at his friends to make sure they didn’t try anything either.
    “Gotcha!”
    A split-second was all he needed. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it, the blade falling down onto the ground. I yelped in pain from the sudden movement. He pulled me in closer to me as I continued to groan.
    “Stupid bitch!” he said as he got into my face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
    “Please,” I begged him, only now beginning to fear the worst. “I just want to go home.”
    “You don’t want to go home, girl. It’s still early. You can stay and play a little while with my friends.”
    He leaned in close to me and inhaled along my neck. I closed my eyes tightly and shuddered from the feeling of his face so close to mine. I could feel all of them chuckling and smiling at me as I stood there helpless in his grip.
    “You like to play rough, bitch? Good. So do I.”
    I screamed as he dragged me into the alley with one of his arms. I stumbled into the darkness and felt the presence of the men behind me as he shoved me up against the wall. It was so dark that the exit was barely visible. I just had to make it out to the side to escape. I tried running but ran into the shadowy figure of one of the men.
    “You’re not going anywhere, bitch.”
    I couldn’t even decipher who was who. I could just hear them standing around me, breathing so hard. One of