The Autumn wind blows through the tiny window of the attic. How I got here was completely forgotten as to the drugs I was given. My clothes were dirty like I was dragged through cow manure. My breath smelled like morning breathe. I'm in a house I don't know. I'm being chased by a guy I don't know. And I'm still running on nothing but adrenaline. I'm scared. And I'm running like a mouse.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I can't breathe. I gulp. And wait, willing myself not...