Ch.1Part2

I had been…well…clubbing, like any regular city night on a Saturday. Any regular night for // me //, anyway. I don’t like criticizing myself, (who does?) but I guess I should admit that I’m a little bit…reckless. Let’s just say by 2AM I was $100 dollars down and about 10 shots up. I only came in with $105. So yeah, I can’t really blame the bouncers for taking note of the teenage girl alone by herself, dancing on a table wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants. I mean, just the last part itself is a commodity at a New York club. But what can I say? I love dancing and drinking, but I’m just not a fan of the slutty tops and bedazzled mini skirts. Sorry. Anyway, they kicked me out, using unnecessarily harsh words, and I was pretty much ditched on a sidewalk at 3AM in arguably the scariest city in the country (I’d say the world, but I’ve heard there are some pretty sketchy places in the Mid East. Like Kuwait). Still, I didn’t falter. I guess most 18 year olds would be pretty freaked out, being in New York City alone at 3AM, but when you break that situation into individual aspects, it’s really not all that bad. I mean, I like New York City, I like being alone, and…well I don’t have anything against 3AM. When I looked at it that way, I realized I was // completely //in my comfort zone. I wandered a bit until I found a smoothie joint open, and ten minutes later I emerged three dollars poorer, with a raspberry lime delicious beverage. Walking down an alley that I knew to be a short cut to the subway station, I was grabbed at by a trashed-looking homeless guy. “Please pretty girl…just a dollar...all I need to buy Ramen noodles.” I could sort of relate to his overall appearance, and I totally support the purchase of Ramen noodles, so I thought nothing of handing over my remaining two dollars…all I had. “Guess it’s your lucky night dude,” I yawned, continuing my walk down the alley. Right when I decided maybe this particular route wasn’t the smartest choice after all, I heard the guy’s voice behind me, sounding a lot less pitiful. “You’re right kid…it is my lucky night.” That was when I felt grimy hands around my throat, and saw the silver light just barely reflected from a blade. Honestly, I can’t tell you my thought process, while this was happening, before it was pure adrenaline rushing through me. The adrenaline was what saved me. It was that force that caused me to whirl around, maybe faster than the speed of light, and catch the guy’s blade-hand just before it pierced my throat. For a split second, I saw his eyes widen in shock, just before I turned the tables and twisted his arm so the knife was facing towards // him //—his shoulder, not his throat, but I was still impressed with myself. I think I may have screamed something at this point, but I can’t for the life of me remember what I yelled. All I remember, all I could feel, was the blade sinking faster, then slower into this stranger’s skin. The blood appearing, flowing out and spreading across his shirt. His look of shock faded to a look of pain, which faded to a slow, dazed expression. And the way I kept stabbing, over and over, until I was sure he couldn’t hurt me anymore.  