The Incident

The Week After

It was the cold night that people started noticing me walking on the streets alone. It was around eight o'clock. The breeze that blew was tempting to notify the authorities. I then thought of what would happen if I did. They would literally kill me because of my disease. Not kill me physically, but from another way. It's an Illness I have. When I get social anxiety, my health gets worse and I am unable to recover. You see, moving to different foster homes would give me a lot of anxiety. That is the reason why I haven't gone to the authorities.

I lay on the dumpsters ground with my torn fairy shirt trying to make it fashionable with my greasy, teased hair. I hear footsteps afraid that it could be police or just anyone who would hand me in. I stumble a little but rush to find somewhere to hide. As I land, there is a huge crash. A tin bin falls over. A couple, pears into the dark alleyway where I hide out. One of the boys pulls out a gun. I hear the safety catch go off. I try to quieten my breathing but there is no use. I start having an anxiety attack. I bump something again. The other guy pulls out a gun and takes a lead. All I hear next is a gun being cocked, then a gun shot twice. I bump something again. They both shoot at the trash can I had bumped into earlier. Which gives me a scare leading me to crash into something else. What looked to be a cat with only two legs starts walking out of another area with trash. It looked in so much pain but without getting any closer of a look, the guy shoots it and drags it away.

I was traumatised but curious about where they were taking the cat. I followed them to a butcher. Then they were passed money. I take a look at the board of merchandise. I saw alive, raw and cooked humans listed. I was so petrified, I couldn't move. I watched as the couple snatched me and dragged me back into the butcher. They were then paid an extensive amount and I was then thrown into a room. I was afraid for what was to happen next. I saw a dried up blood stream.I followed it. There was a drain, large enough for me to slip through but still reasonably small. I could hear a girl screaming a few rooms across. I had to decide as I heard footsteps continuing to my room whether to slide down the drain and may not find an exit, food or safety or be taken and have a high chance of being cut up into bite size pieces. As I was thrown in beforehand, I noticed a total of ten locks. I hear the man opening up one lock. I had no time to think. I remove the drain with ease. By the time I had pulled it open, the man was about to start the third lock. I jumped in but stopped once I was at a reasonable height to shut the drain. I pulled the drain over my head and started to head down. He was up to the sixth lock. I had to make sure I wasn't noticeable. There was no point staying to see if he would do anything, so I continued venturing through the drainage.

It was quite lonely after a few hours. Although I was lonely before in alleyways and in the cell, there was at least civilisation close by. The lonely that I felt was the lonely where there was nobody to be seen, utter silence and continuous nowhere's. I get to a slit in the pipes. I look one direction and see movement. It seemed to be an alligator. I then slowly and quietly look the other direction. A peep of light was at the end of the tunnel. I start crawling in that direction. I look back and notice the alligator taking gradual steps towards my direction. I start crawling faster. The movement of the alligator consisted at the same speed. I continued the route. Half an hour later, the alligator had stopped moving after an hour of crawling. I reached the end of the tunnel where there was a gate. I saw a pin on the ground. I started picking the lock. I started hearing footsteps from the direction the alligator was at. I started panicking. I picked the lock. I open the door and look back. The alligator was only seven meters away running at his full speed. I slide out, shut the door and lock the gate. The alligator slams into the gate. I run into the forest in the knowledge that the lock won't hold much longer. As I kept getting further away, the sound of the barging kept getting louder and louder. I started feeling light headed and sick in the stomach. I had to stop running in the knowledge of myself fainting. After a few minutes the alligator had stopped.