I stared on the City Police Headquarters. Thinking if I will confess or not. My grip on the sling of my shoulder bag tightened when I remembered the rape. I shut my eyes tightly trying to forget that. If I will confess now, I know they will help me. But are they going to believe my testimony? The jeep started to move that made me stop from doing it. I want to confess but fear is hindering me.

Wherever I am I always thinks that someone is watching me. One wrong move is equal to death. I arrived late in the first period of my class because of the traffic...