Hempz

It was cold and dark with a little light scattered from a window that lay 3 stories up. Syria was alone, scarred and just wanted to go home. Syria had no recolection of what had just hapened. she was naked under the tattered blanket that someone left her with. To afraid to even move she looked around to see what surrounded her. Brick walls coated in graffitie and strange colors in three direction. She was in a closed alley. a small piece of silver caught her eye behind a trash can

She slowly reached for the glistening object. It was a small silver hand mirror. she looked into it as she saw her face. slowly the story came back to her. She remembered a man who was a good foot and a half taller than her with black hair and hollow green eyes. She was walking home from work. It was a very long day at work with grumpy customers left and right. The man she remebered was there, he just sat in the corner watching her all night.

Around one a.m she finally got to go home. she only had to walk three blocks to get to her apartment. steam was riseing from the hot asphault indicating that it had rained previously. her stileto shoes clicked as she walked. She flicked her long brown hair behind her shoulders so she could see the street corner.

Suddenly a hand reached out from beside her. It rested firmly on her mouth. Another arm wraped around her waist and pulled her neer. "ello dear" She fealt the hot breath against her neck. The man started to pull her to a door that must have lead to an upstair. He pulled her up the rusty metel stairs. The creaked under the weight of the two. She stumbled as he walked faster. Finally the stairs ended and she heard a door kick open.