In the
Ghetto
3-M awoke in the rainy morning. She was beaten and bloody. “Whe…
Where
am I?” she thought. 3-M was in an abandoned dark neighborhood. The
smell of sewage and corpuses was horrible and streets were filthy. 3
looked
around. Those two boys were nowhere in sight. It took her three seconds
to figure out what happened.
She had been drugged, taken to this horrible place, beaten up, and left
to die. “I hate those jerks!” she thought. Then, 3-M tried to
get
up off the ground. It was an agonizing process. Once she was up, 3-M
began
limping in pain to find a way out of the ghetto.
DA
Each step was more painful then the last. The ghetto seemed to get
darker
and darker. Where was she going? The streets looked the same. 3-M was
trailing
blood. Soon 3-M began to notice a familiar trail of blood. It was her
blood.
She had been going around in circles! 3-M was used to pain and misery
but
not like this!
DA
Hours went by but they felt like days. 3-M was about to give up hope
when
she saw…. a new path! “Could I dreaming?” she thought. To see,
3-M
limped down the path. It led to the town. 3-M made it to the police
station
and passed out.
3-M awoke in the hospital surrounded by Rosa, Frances, and Sarah. Rosa
kept slapping and yelling at her, Sarah hugged 3-M, and Frances smiled
with relief. As it turns out, 3-M’s kidnappers were arrested and put in
juvenile hall. 3-M stayed in the hospital for three weeks.
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Transmission
