Man: "do you need a ride?"
(ya know my mom always taught me about strangers
especislly not to go into ones car but here i am standing alone and feeling alone. i feel nothing but a longing pain i n my chest that burns like a metal being heated over fire and pressed against your skin leaving scars of agony. im going to get into this car and hes going to drive, drive to a rural place and ill realize im kidnapped, hes going to rape me and if im lucky he'll kill me. my name will be headlines when they find my bruised and battered body laying naked in a ditch. my parents will cry and people will regret the the hurtful things they said to me to give me the courage to get into this very car. my mom will regret the bruises she caused me deep inside, she'll regret the discouraging remarks she spoke when i needed her the most..if im lucky. so here i am standing alone and feeling alone and i have no choice but to make this decision)
Me: "yes i need a ride"