shoes crunch against the autumn leaves that have fallen to the pavement. your head swivels behind you in paranoia, even though you know it’s your own sounds, the crack under your soles, you can’t help but jump a little; you just chalk it up to having bad nerves and place your airpod back in your ear. it’s rather late at night as you’re walking home after another severe studying session for a major you massively regret, but you can’t drop out, no, not now. you have to prove to everyone that you’re not as stupid and awful as they make you out to be. as you’re mulling over these thoughts in your head you can’t help but feel anger build up in your stomach and chest, how dare they see their own child so lowly. why were you treated like the black sheep when you’ve done nothing to deserve it? you let out an exhale that deflated your shoulders, making you slump over slightly.

‘crunch. crack. crunch.’

more sounds of branches and twigs breaking against the concrete, this time you don’t pay attention, not even turning your head to double check that you’re alone. that’s when something from behind grabs the hood on your back and pulls you downward. a strong arm holds you in place while a cloth gets placed over your nose, you kick and you scream trying to avoid them from pressing it against your face, but to no avail you succumb to their strength and the cloth is pushed against your nose.

“god, she’s a fuckin’ fighter, ain’t she?” one raspy, low voice said. you thought he sounded like he smoked 50 packs a day. “j-j-just sh-shut up and get h-her into the tr-trunk.” another voice said in between stutters, it was still deep and gravely but not as obnoxious as the first guy. eventually, after you’ve exhausted all your might, your vision started to blur and you fell deep asleep in this man’s arms.