It's cold.
Dark.
There are big, fluffy, ominously gray clouds.
It's raining; I can't really feel it.
I can't even tell if it's drizzling or pouring.

I'm on my knees; anxious, panicked,
Crawling slowly but quickly between cars.
Looks like the NSCC parking lot.
I repeatedly look over my shoulder.
I can't get away.

Beep, Beep
Waoo, Waooo
Honk, Honk
@#$^@#%&$%^$#!

Car alarms are going off everywhere
Now I feel something hitting me
It's not the rain
Is that spit?
Garbage and insults
I guess I deserve them

They ring in my ears
They don't stop
They're hollering

"WHORE! WHORE!"

They don't stop
It keeps getting louder and faster
There's no other words
Not Ho, Bitch, or slut.
Just Whore.