I wrote this a while ago. I don’t know if I’ll continue it, or in what capacity, but I thought people here might enjoy it. Trigger Warnings: Non-consent, violence.
**Downtown**
I walked down the sidewalk, my eyes locked on the pavement a few feet in front of me, scanning the darkness between street lights for anything that might trip me up. I was trying to concentrate on my breathing, trying to ignore the rumbling in my belly.
“Hey beautiful,” a young man’s voice called out. I pretended I didn’t hear him, just kept focusing on my breathing, my pace quickening slightly. This diet was playing hell on me.
The young man wasn’t alone. “Where are you walking too so late at night? You want an escort?” They were following me now. I was focusing on breathing. In 1-2-3-4, out 1-2-3-4. I kept walking, my head low, my hands tightening into fists in my pockets.
“You seem uptight,” the first guy said, walking up next to me. “Maybe we should have a little fun.” Keep calm, I told myself. Don’t do anything stupid. Focus on the fact that you have food at home waiting for you. Focus on your breathing.