~Your POV~

Kazuto asked to see the address, and I showed him. He held my phone cautiously and read the small text.
16 lake avenue, clever.
Adjusting my bag strap over my shoulder, Kazuto offered me a warm smile.
"Want me to walk you home? I don't totally know if you know where this is, right?" He assumed.
"Yeah, I don't, but I can manage." Truth is, I just wanted to be alone for a while. It would be weird to have him by my side for so long.
"You sure?" He asked, a little nervous.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I reassured. Giving a small wave, I walked out of the hospital and checked out. I started down the street and looked at my holographic cell phone. It had directions leading to my house. Perfect, so I don't think I'll get lost like this.
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Pressing on, I decided to stop in one of my favorite gas stations to grab a soda. I went to America once, and their sodas suck. I quickly bought a grape soda and payed the cashier. Seems like I do remember some stuff. The thought trickled around my brain as I popped the little glass ball into the bottle. Taking a sip, I started my journey again. A few moments later, I passed an alley. Nothing special, just a simple black alley. Few knocked over garbage cans, but not much more. I turned right to walk away from the alley, then I felt a hand grab my collar. It pulled me in and didn't let go. Right as I was about to scream, a hairy, large hand clasped itself over my mouth. My soda dropped onto the ground and shattered, leaving glass everywhere. No matter how hard I struggled, these people weren't gonna let me go. Tears forced themselves out of my eyes and forged lines down my face. The man who grabbed me threw me to the ground. I finally got a good look at who had grabbed me. Standing up to run, I felt a sharp pain jab through my entire leg. Apparently, I stepped on a piece of glass that went through my shoe, and it dug itself nice and cosy into my heel. I yelped and fell to the ground. Looking up once again at the men, there were around three or four of them. I didn't have much of a chance to count, my brain was tingling with white noise. They looked down at me with crazed stares.
"Hey there... *hic* ...baby, how ya doin'?" The largest one asked. These men were clearly drunk. One of them looked like he was gonna pass out. I wanted to scream. I wanted to wail. The shock ran through me and I couldn't speak out anything. Opening my mouth, no words came out. Just utter squeaks and hiccups from my tears. The smallest man walked up to me and took out a handkerchief, gagging it in my mouth. I bit his hand before he did, and he yelped and jumped back.
"Ow!" He hiccuped, glaring at me.
"Someone's a feisty one... We're gonna have a lot of fun with you..." They grabbed my arms and pinned me face down on he ground. A rather muscular man bit my neck and left marks as he slipped off my shirt. I flailed and screamed, but nothing came out. He ordered them to flip me over, after he removed my bra. I flailed again, closing my eyes and crying. He took off his own shirt, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't stand to watch this. Consciousness was clinging to me by a thread. I felt my vision start to get dizzy.
Am I really gonna get away this time?