lost, lost in a world that doesn't exist, perhaps. I don't know what lead me here.

　　I was walking alone that day, before it all happened. I was enjoying being alone. You know that moment when you want to get out but there is no one to hit downtown with, well I get a lot of that kind of moments.

　　Mom asked me where i am heading but I didn't answer her, I just left. she always hated me going out withought her permission but all I wanted was some fresh air besides it being a perfect day for hanging out with my imaginary friends.

　　It's not like they don't exist, but the more I grow up the farther they get. and it's hard to try keeping someone that isn't meant for him to stay. it's my attitude plus them being busy with their lifes, they wont stop by me.

　　Typically this is life, mine.

　　I am not a shopping time fan nor let's visit every cafeteria in town maniac, although I like to discover places so I mostly do it alone. And here i am.

　　So...

　　I'm not a girly time person eventually. I guess so.

　　Anyway.

　　I took the bus and then just decided to get out of the crowd and walk in the city streets to reach the sea frontier. It's very cliche to go there but sometimes when you go to see nature. There is a something about it that will change your mood and I needed that thing.

　　suddenly a black car came and stopped next to me the in seconds I was trying to struggle free ,I screamed at the top of my lunges but there was a hand covering my mouth with a tissue, no one heard me screaming except those whom kidnapped me, and all I could hear was some of their laughters.

　　Evil laughters, mocking me.

　　my heart was quickening to take a breath. The only thing I got was a smell sneaking inside my nostrils.

　　It was a drug, something that calmed me dawn after a minute of inhaling it. and I enjoyed it, every breath calmed me dawn. So that I Couldn't remember what I'm doing or where I am at, I didn't even want to fight anymore, just to relax. "relax girl this feels good, it is all going to be okay" that is what was going on in my brain, although I should fight, scratch and hit.

　　the drug in the tissue made me feel good ,maybe that's what I needed after all, and maybe I should have tried to break free out of it ,out of those filthy hands but I stopped. I had no urge to fight anymore but to be in a deep sleep.

　　my system shut down.

　　I closed my eyes, and the sensation was way too good to think of anything else so I welcomed it.