As I lay there with tears rolling down my face, I tried my hardest to remain silent, so I could make out the murmurs and whispers they were making.
'Did you check if she was the right one?'
'She's the one we have been looking for'
'Should we... a... now?'
'Now.'
What did they mean? 'The one they have been looking for.' Was this not a spontaneous bashing?
Had this all been planned? Because what kinda of sick-minded person would plan to beat up a 16 year old girl in the middle of the night?
As I lay here on the ground, I began to ponder across my mind, was this my last night? Was I going to die tonight? Would anyone miss me? My Father? My Step Mother? Would my baby sister Nina even remember I existed?
Lying there, sobbing and thinking, I had a needle jabbed into my neck. I let out a large scream of pain, until a middle aged man put his hand over my mouth. It was one of the most painful things I have ever felt!
I tuned my head to get a look at the action. I would try to pull the needle out, but my arms were aching, so much in fact, it hurt to look at them. As I turned my head, I could have had a heart attack, I would have screamed if it weren't for the fact my mouth had been covered. I began to shake my legs and struggle my way out of this situation, but three women and two men came quickly to hold me down, I began to cry more, to create horrible wailing sounds.
For it was not a needle jabbed into my neck, it was a set of teeth...
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