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A finger pecked my shoulder and the bar tender shouted no smoking, I took it out back and lit up. The door closed slowly behind me and the music became a hushed whisper when it latched.
The floor was vibrating as everyone danced to the club's throbbing music. My drink was sloshing around i'n the glass and I was practically deaf. I reached for my purse and pulled out a cigaret. I leaned against the bar and search for my lighter.
Drawing a breathe deep inside I held it, the calm relaxing feeling settled over me I I dropped my guard. I didn't see the man behind me, I didn't hear the blade slide out of the denim jeans and I didn't scream loud enough to be heard over the booming music
as I was raped stabbed and pushed into a dumpster across from the door I used. I didn't find my phone to dial 911. I didn't finish my cigaret and I didn't live to see the sun rise.
ashlnew added this comment 2011-11-02 11:37:07-05:00
That's so sad, and realistic. It's scary how easy that could happen... I love it!
ashlnew added this comment 2011-11-02 11:37:07-05:00
That's so sad, and realistic. It's scary how easy that could happen... I love it!