I can cognize my lungs tightening as I try to catch my breath. My legs shake, and my muscles stretch as I dash away from the maniacs. I turned my view to my path as I ignored their hiss of sexual derisive.

“We just want to play along!” the sound of their snigger echoed through the road. I can’t be convinced by the thought that no one hears us! Is the neighborhood deaf or something? I was frantically yelling for help to the point my vocals were giving up on me. I’m desirous, debilitated, beat up, and I want to slam myself on the bed.

But I can’t as I...