My mouth felt as if it were the desert, sandy with no water to be seen. It wasn't right. I knew as soon as I let him take me that something would happen and yet here I was, wandering the cold, dark, empty suburbs alone. The red mark on my arm burned as I still remembered the horrors of trying to get away. His hand firmly pulling me closer. Me, squirming to be released from his tight grip. I shuddered as I still remembered his glare as he took me into the basement; the toothless grin when he took my top off and the way he stroked my hair. Trying to run away from my own thoughts, I staggered across the road as far as my weak legs could carry my restless body. I could still taste the "medicine" he gave me at the back of my throat. It lingered there and I tried to take my mind off it. My eyes suddenly started to feel heavy and I staggered to a halt in the middle of the road. The next thing I knew, I was laid there, my face resting against the cold, hard concrete and my eyes trying to resist the temptation to close. Thats when I saw a vehicle coming down the road. It headed straight towards me. My head was pounding worse than a drum beat and my body was frozen to the floor. I just laid there aware of the incoming death threat but too restless to move. I thought that whoever was driving would spot me in the middle of the road and stop. But as it hurtled down the road and it got closer, I noticed the toothless grin and his bald head. My mind didn't tell my body to react quick enough and before I knew it, the wheel hit my leg and I was plunged into darkness.