I had just woken up in a place that my eyes couldn’t recognize. The only thing I could remember was waddling along the sidewalk, going back home, and a black shadow appeared and swooned me in, that’s when I passed out. This place is not peaceful like my home. Not one bit. The walls were filthy and the smell of the room brought me a lingering feeling of disgust. I heard screams from the outside. It frightened me so much that I could no longer control my feeble tremble. I was too scared to move. The atmosphere was also dense. I fell asleep once again just to be woken up by the grab of the door handle. The door slammed open and there appeared a man. He was tall and thin, with dark hair, and pale skin. He was holding a strangely big trash bag in his left hand. It was so big that even I could probably fit in it! He wore a mask and appeared to be more on the gentle side. He stood there looking at me and the other bags that were scattered around the room, they stanked. I told him that I didn’t know where I was and that I needed to go back because my parents were probably going to be very upset with me since I didn’t go home for dinner. The man didn’t say anything, he just stood there as if he couldn’t listen. The man started to walk towards me and grabbed me by the wrist, with his right hand. He didn’t say anything. I walked along his side with no idea where I was. The man led me to a room where he sat me on a chair and left. He, later on, came back with very sharp objects. They looked quite elaborate and intricate so I don’t know what they were but they somehow looked aggressive. The man grabbed me by my torso and laid me straight on the table. He then grabbed something that looked like a very slim knife. I had just understood. That man was not friendly or kind. He wasn’t trying to help but he was the one who brought me here. I started to shake. Tears impulsively started to burst and run down my face. I instinctively began to scream and yell for help. The man was an adult. He was stronger and smarter. I knew that but still tried. That was the first time I experienced true fear. The man slides my shirt upwards revealing my stomach. He then presses the slim knife against my chest. He slid it down and leftwards. It was so painful. I finally realized how horrifying people could be. We are capable of so much yet so little. It’s like a weakness. A weakness that makes us turn against our own kind. The terror of being belittled will haunt us forever into despair.