It took me quite a while to realize this girl was pulling a knige on my stomach. She asked me to give her everything. I didn't know what to do at all so I screamed 'help' and ran up the escalator like crazy. And in the flatform of 6 train when I felt I escaped, I cried loudly. I couldn't stop. My heart was like in disco ( i couldn't get its rhythm). My legs shaking. I didn't realize everyone was watching me until a few people asked me if I was ok. I was so scared by this little girl about 17 yrs old. Me who is not afraid of anything except ghosts. Later I was sad that this girl had to act like that. Poor girl. I think i understand her feeling of 'not having'. But I hope someone teaches her how to handle that feeling and use it for her own good until it is too late.
Later at home I laughed about it with my mother by reacting my cry. It was funny to her because she knew how I would cry.
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