All I could smell was horrid and danger. It seemed like what I felt when I was almost vandalized in the woods came back to me like a deranged recording plate, playing inside my head until I was unable to say a word, or think, or what I was supposed to act to fight back in order to free myself.
My mind turned blank and all I could think of was what I had been through that night. The moment the man pinned me against the rail, I felt like I was back in those odious woods encircled by tainted men, ready to ravage me and sully my purity. Even though my scar had been long healed, it suddenly twinged as if it was a fresh wound and cut.
Thinking about how I've become complacent and felt privileged when I am on Lincoln's side, it doesn't guarantee me my safety after all. No matter where I go, no
