Hear My Call(Wystern)

[zashaya]

Zashaya's mind wandered, eyes glazed over slightly, remembering a time when this had happened before. It had only been two men, bt they weren't drunk. And noone came to save her. Though she had been stripped bare and feeling utterly horrified, nothing had happened. Which ahd been worse? This one or that one? She didn't know, and she didn't really care.

Suddenly, hands were upon her shoulders, shaking her lightly. Snapping back to reality she looked up at one of the tattooed men, unable to hear anything for a few moments. But then she heard, "what happened here?" his tone harsha nd unforgiving. Shay winced at the tone but explaned everything again, as well as she could through jumbled thoughts. Had she explained it right? She knew tht she said everything that was important but she wasn't sure..

Shay saw through a gap and her gaze rested upon the man again. She wanted to say that he did nothing but help her, but her voice was stuck in her throat, uanble to speak a word as her throat burned with fighting back tears. Why did she had to so weak?! Physically and mentally. Why couldn't she be someone who could take on any opponent and not care what they say? Why did she have to be so sensitive?

The wind blew and Shay shivered against the cold, she didn't know where her bag was now. It could be anywhere. But t wasn't here.