The hand on my arm grips and starts leading me a little ways away then pushes me down to the ground. I felt the grass against my skin, it is chilly and wet. I lay sprawled there for a couple minutes, then someone snatches my hair and pulls my head up, my body follows and

my name’s Tika and these are my stories, they are all make believe and if they bear any resemblence to actual events it’s entirely accedental The last line of my favorite song came softly out of the radio, the only sound in the darkness of the lonely stretch of road I found myself broke down

This is a fantasy, nothing more. I realize that my spelling or grammer may be wrong, i am not a professional write nor do i wish to be. I write to get the images out of my head. please read tags if you find any of these abhorant please don’t read this story It’s about