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them in front of me. Sometimes I think it was just my imagination projecting itself into my real life and sending me into a state of confusion, but other times, I think it was trying to see alternate realities and putting together pieces of situations all around me so I could see and explore every angle. Even trying to explain how it works was disorienting. Yes, yes, I know. My mind was a complex place I was still learning to control and operate.
    I was about to keep walking when I heard the sound again. It was whimper. A girl’s cry. It was muffled but there was no mistaking when I heard it the second time round. It sounded like someone was in trouble. I moved slowly to where I believed the noise was coming from. I knew something was going on in the darkness behind the bushes. A chill hit my skin as I heard the crying once more as I got closer to the sound, knowing that what was in my head was right. Although I was nowhere near prepared for what I would see.
    As I shifted some branches that were blocking my eye line from view, I saw her. The source of the crying. Under dim light from a torch that was resting on a large rock, I could see two guys. Their backs were turned to where I was standing in the bushes, and they were tying a girl with a mess of long brown hair, in very little clothing, to a tree. Her head was hanging down so I couldn’t see her face, but I could clearly hear her cries and pleading to be let go. To stop.
    What the fuck was going on here? I moved closer, brushing along the leaves, making a rustling sound. Her head lifted up from off her chest hearing the noise I had made. It was then that I saw her face for the first time. I swallowed back something lodged in my throat. Amongst my need to get closer and help, I was completely thrown by her beauty which made my body instantly react. I had to force myself to breathe, even consciously telling my brain to swallow down a breath so I wouldn’t pass out from loss of air. I had never had this type of reaction from seeing a girl before. Perhaps it was because I was trying to make sense of the urgent situation she was in, but the smarter, more logical side of my brain told me something different. It told me that my inability to use my body like a normal person had something to do with my heart constricting and my pulse racing at the sight of those big brown eyes that were red and glossy with pained emotion. That, and the fact I was drawn irresistibly to her pale skin against her chocolate-brown hair. Just the look on her innocent face screamed at me for an escape. Her image had grounded me like nothing I had ever known. It was scary. It was beautiful. She looked like a fallen angel in the moonlight. Then she did something which moved me into immediate action. She mouthed the words ‘help me’.
    There was no mistaking what I should do next. I marched up to the tree trunk where the two guys still had their backs turned, fastening the ropes against her body, and I yanked one of them by the shoulders. The action caused them both to jump and swing around to look at me.
    “What the hell are you doing to this girl? Let her go...right now!” I yelled at their faces that I could barely see in the soft illumination of the night. They both had on jeans and black T-shirts with a weird white emblem on the pocket on their chest. I squinted at the logo, but couldn’t make out the picture, although something about the emblem seemed familiar. One guy had short spiky hair that I could just see in the darkness and the other, a buzz cut. They were the only two differentiating differences between the two.
    The guys looked at each other and then back at me before responding. “Best you ignore what you’ve seen, and get on your way,” Buzz Cut said in a deep menacing voice. Spiky Hair cracked his knuckles anticipating the obvious. That it wouldn’t be that simple and that a fight was brewing.
    “No, I won’t do that. Now untie her. Now!” I demanded.
    The guys started