I feel disoriented in the crowd my sense of balance is stolen from me and I lose my footing. My behind drops to the cold ground. There's too much chaos going on around me that I don't know how to move. Someone step on my hand and I yelp out in pain. Then I'm immediately yank upward forcefully.
"What are you doing down there, young lady?" a guy asks pressing me close to his body. His right hand holds my left arm while his other hand is on my back. "When I see someone as beautiful as you are needing help, my heart is put into such sadness. Are you all right, my dear?" he continues to fire questions but I am too concern to the whereabouts of my friends that I am not able to focus on his words.
"What's this?" I ask pertaining to the commotion on the streets. The people are like crazy idiots,
