Paranoid bunch of buffoons, just look at them, useless set of nonentities. These are words that spring from her quivering gashed mouth as she shivered and booked with rage and started to feel the impact of the several punches she threw at her assailants. It was never the plan, she muttered and scrunched her face into the ugliest cry she could ever imagine. Everywhere hurt and it hurt more that people watched on as she was assaulted by young jobless men, pretending to wait at the bus stop for a bus. The very first time in her life she was attacked and robbed, the pain didn't stop and she felt like she was not screaming loud enough. So she did the most sane thing that spring out of her inflamed head, it hurt and she could feel her brain bouncing and banging on her skull.
'Stop, madamu stop shouting', the sweaty palmed woman tried and failed to comfort her.
The crowd had gathered and a stupid fool shoved a phone in her face to capture her distraught face. Without thinking, she grabbed and tossed the phone and heard it skid and land in a drainage with dirty black soothe. The sould it made as it sunk and drowned hugged her and calmed her down. People were retraining the useless young man that had dived and failed to retrieve his phone.
None of it feels real, no...
