SEVEN
207 Words
ROSALIND CABELLO
"Please listen to me, I don't want to go with you. It's not nice clothes, I don't like wearing them." I let out while trying to break free from the ugly man's hold.
"Keep quiet or I have to give you the injection. You don't like the injection, right?" The man asks looking back at me with a cruel expression.
"No please don't give me injection, I will go with you." I quickly reply in fear that he will inject me again.
He starts dragging me again and this time more harshly which I am sure will leave bruises on my skin. I have non-stop tears running down my face as I am fearing the worse. All of these are making me remember some horrible memories from the past which I don't want to recall ever again.
My head is also spinning a little and that only happens when I get too scared. Oh, no! I can have a panic attack if I keep getting scared which I never liked. So, I tug my hand again so the man will listen to me but before I can even utter a word, a hard palm connected with my left cheek making me fall on the ground.
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