I walk the street, my deep black hoodie covering most of my face. My light purple hair falls gently across my forehead, and I start to feel my fingers twitch as the cold penetrates through my body. I pick up my pace, as the hairs on my neck stand from the feeling of being followed. I have to run from this life, from the pain that haunts me. There is no way I can turn back. My life is on the line, and these streets are already dangerous on their own.
Someone pulls me back into the alleyway, forcing their hand over my mouth to muffle my screaming.
"Its over now, little girl."
I open my mouth, sinking my sharp teeth into his hand. He lets go as his hand starts to bleed. I bolt out of the alleyway, running with cat-like grace. I see a mother holding her daughter's hand up above. I bolt between them, running a couple more feet before being tackled roughly to the ground. I feel my body go limp from the amount of fear pulsing through me.
Salty tears stream down my face. The women and child completely ignore the situation, as if I was HIM and me.
"Please."
He wouldn't stop.
"I beg of you."
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FantasySociology: The Study of Human development, structure, and functioning of human society -The study of social problems So I guess you could say I'm a sociologist. I walk among human kind, studying their strengths, weaknesses, and more importantly...
