I stretched my hands high above my head, and felt my stiff joints begin to loosen. It had been a long day of classes, and I was ready to go back to her dorm. And after I took a quick power nap I would pump my body full of caffeine to conquer the pile of homework I had accumulated over the day's classes. I shrugged on my backpack over one shoulder, swaying slightly under the weight of the four textbooks and my laptop piled inside of it.

I was halfway down the outdoor path leading to my dorm room, when I stopped. I could sense that something was off. I had always had good instincts and I knew that if I trusted them they wouldn't lead me wrong. Or they hadn't yet, at least, they'd gotten me out of some bad situations in the past. The deep shadows coming the setting sun gave my surroundings an ominous tone. I slightly shifted my feet to get into a more balanced stance. With one foot in front of the other about shoulder distance apart and my back right foot angled slightly to the right. This was a basic stance in Taekwondo that I had had drilled into me in the three years I had studied it, earning my blue belt. My hazel green eyes stared unblinking into the dimly lit university campus. I waited. I had almost convinced myself that my over taxed mind was playing tricks on me when suddenly I saw something move at the corner of my eye.

I moved instinctively, pivoting into a round house kick that slamming into the person's gut, while slipping my backpack off my shoulder and using the momentum from the kick I rammed my backpack into the person, who I assumed was a man based on his stature and low grunt I heard escape when my kick made contact him and the louder muffled shout from the second impact of the backpack. Inwardly I cursed my small stature, I was barely over 5 1" and my youthful face and slim build made people believe that I was a junior high student, while I was actually only a few months shy of my 19th birthday.

My mind snapped back to the present. My kick hadn't done much damage, but my backpack had knocked the man to the group. I hefted my backpack over my shoulders and began to sprint toward my dorm, which was now the closest building to me. I was grateful for the stamina training I did every morning to prepare for the half marathon that I was planning on running in a few months. My stamina combined with the adrenaline coursing through my system had me sprinting fast. My dorm room was only 250m away. I made it 50m, 100m, 150m, I could see the rust on the doorknob, when I was suddenly wrenched backwards. My backpack! He must have grabbed it! I tried to shrug it off while inhaling a big breath to scream — when a big hand covered my mouth and nose while my adrenaline filled heart pumped frantically until my vision began to dim and everything went dark.