Stepping into the bright light again is so refreshing. I love the sun. It gives me warmth and allows me to see, but I also love the night, because it's quiet and dark with precious stars that seem to be completely innocent. The sun makes me feel like everything and everyone is safe, but as I am leaving the train station, I can sense danger. But I think I am being paranoid, so I take out my phone and pretend to take a picture. When I finally take a picture and view it, I couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary so I continue to walk. My heels click as I near an alleyway, I hear another pair of feet behind me. No...three pair of feet. I do not look back. I continue to walk and pretend like I was calling a cab, which allows me to move quicker without drawing suspicion to the people walking behind me.
"Hey Cab! Over here!", I yelled pretending not to notice that I'm being followed.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. This moment made me wish that I'd taken Wenowa. Wenowa is my pretty car. Sometimes I call her Blue Jean because she's blue, and her previous owner was named Jean. I don't know if Wenowa means anything or if anyone else acquires that name, but I just know that Wenowa is a perfectly unique name for a unique car. Right now I'm scared, and wondering how my life would've changed if I'd taken Blue Jean. In that point in time, I come to a realization that this is the end of my life. I eventually came to a secluded alleyway that was right next to the street. I have two options. See because there were no people around and I can't scream or ask for help.....my first option was to walk across the street to the other alleyway which also looks dangerous, or walk past this alleyway which can also be a setup - how could they have known that I would come this way? Nevertheless, I walk past the alleyway, and am forcefully yanked by someone into the alleyway. It was a man with a tattoo of a gun on his neck, and two other men. Obviously this wasn't a good sign.
"Hey pretty lady? What are you doing in Korea? Shouldn't you be in Africa?", the man snorts at his ignorant comment. He vigorously takes my wrist, and shoves me against the dirty alley wall. He moves unreasonably close to me, as did his men.
"Shouldn't you be selling drugs or something instead of picking on a woman?", I don't show any hint of fear on my face, but the man can tell that I was angry, and he was getting angry as well due to his men laughing at my question.
He harshly slaps me across the face with every bit of energy in him, and let me tell you...it hurts like someone just sliced my cheek with a knife.
"Did that hurt?", the man smiles evilly while his men giggle pulling out their knives.
"Really? Come on guys. This is not necessary. Put the weapons down, and I'll forget this ever happened. Please", I beg trying to escape from the man's grasp.
"It isn't going to be that easy Kit Kat", he warns allowing his men to get closer and closer to me with their weapons.
"One that wasn't insulting....Kit Kats are delicious, and two I'm not going down without a fight!", I inform him with the brightest smile on my face.
"Pretty confident for a dead girl", the man admits.
"I'm not dead... YET!", I correct his statement with my hardest kick to his private parts and punched the guy on my left with all of my might in his stomach. With that, I bolt as fast as I can down the sidewalk, and away from the alleyway. I can't tell if the guys are behind me or not. All I know is that I'm not going to stop running until I come into contact with another human being who isn't attempting to take my life.