Everyone was there. Another mid-sized venue. Minimal lighting, average stage. I could hardly breathe, the social circumstances were suffocating me. I went for a walk. I walked a lot further than I meant to… my mind was racing & you know how that can pass the time. I thought to myself “It’s dark now & I don’t know where I am. The streets only look empty.” I stopped dead in my tracks & turned around, tried to retrace my steps in a hurry. Nothing looked familiar but I kept walking faster & faster until I broke into a run. I came to what felt like a landmark - a square in the center of town. I resumed walking at a normal pace & felt a rush of relief surge through my body. And then a car flew past me the horn wailing two men screaming profanities at me drooling like rabid dogs hanging out of the windows the wind pushing back their mouths so that they looked like monsters in the dim street lighting. The car screeched to a hault & I froze. It was probably…50 ft away from me. My feet wouldn’t budge so I started digging through my bag searching for my switchblade and/or my phone. I found the phone first. As I’m searching through my contact list one of the men got out of the car & started walking toward me. I land on SHAUN and dial the number. It rings & rings & the man is getting closer but finally Shaun answers:
"Shaun. I went for a walk. I walked too far. There are two men & they are about to attack me I can tell. I don’t know where I am but I think it’s close to the venue. Please help me."
The phone falls from my hand as my other hand feels the switchblade in my bag. Finally. The man is only a few steps from me now. He says:
"Hey bitch. Why didn’t you answer me? I was talking to you."
"What? I don’t know. I didn’t know you were talking to me. I’m having a bad night."
I tried to turn & run but my legs were still frozen. This hideous bulldog of a man is staring at me now, still drooling, and his friend was finally heading over to join us. He had a knife in his hand.