The police sirens echoed. My body was gushing with blood-like sweat. My hands felt cold and numb. I trembled as I fell to my knees and then landed with a faint thud on the rough concrete. My vision obscured I felt my last morsel of consciousness drifting away. The last thing I could hear was the faint screams of the police warning me to stop…

I awoke with a start. My body was weak. I wanted to scream but couldn't get a single sound out and couldn't move a single muscle. I felt as though I were imprisoned within my own skin. I was overtaken by a sharp pain in my leg. When I looked down at my leg, I noticed a knife had pierced my thigh as gallons of blood were streaming out. I screamed and was heard, so I screamed even louder till my throat felt dry and I spit blood out. A dark figure rushed up to me and grabbed my neck pinning me onto the piece of metal I was lying on. He told me not to move in a crisp monotone voice and that if I did, he would stab me again.

I stopped moving, choking on my blood and barely getting any air through my mouth, clinging to dear life. The dark figure's hand slowly loosened, allowing the blood in my body to flow. My eyes gradually regained their eyesight, seeing a man dressed entirely in black, with a devious expression on his face, standing over me, and then I lost consciousness yet again.

My legs and hands were more numbed than they had ever felt before. My memories surged back in seconds as I awoke again. It was simply too much to bear. I had a flashback. I recall being dragged down the street into a dark alley just as the cops were about to lay hands on me. I remembered that man dragging me, drugging me, choking me making me feel perplexed at the same time was all down to one person in my life. NATE.

Nate was the one who was to blame for all of my life's tragedies. Even if I tried, I wouldn't get away from him since he had me under his grip. He had total control over my life ever since I was fourteen. He approached as a typical 19-year-old teen: sullen, irritable, and drug-addicted. He began by selling cocaine to my pals. I never wanted to be involved, but I knew I would be pushed to sooner or later, but I never fought to stop; it had never occurred to me to do so.