I Should Have Run

I don't know who he is, but I do know one thing. He looks weird and creepy. I want my mommy. I'm just walking to school. I'm in second grade and I'm 6. Mommy and Daddy forgot I had school today. It's ok they are always busy "talking". There's no one out yet, it's too early to walk anywhere. I live a street away. I don't care if I have to walk, though it's fun. The wind is nice and the grass smells nice. Even though the sun isn't out just yet I don't care. I hear someone calling hey. Should I respond? Mommy says it's not nice to ignore people. It's that creepy looking man. Ohhh.. he has a kitten in his car. It's so cute. I wanna pet it. I can?! Yay. Get in the car? But....Oh you could drive me to school? Oh and you have candy! I don't know though.... Oh, you have a daughter named Felsha.

Yes of course I'll be her friend. Get in the car? Ok.... Wow.. this kitty is nice. Um.. Mr. My school is the other way. Shortcut? Ok....Umm.. Mr. this isn't even near my school. Why are you getting mad. This candy is stale. Um.. Can't you drop me off now, please. PLEASE. Why did you hit me....where are you taking me! No, Stop Touching me! STOP IT STOP IT! I want my mommy! Let go of me I don't want to go in there. No! No! No! Stop it please.... No, stop touching me there. Stop it hurts!!! IT HURTS! He said he was a nice man and that he would give me cookies and a kitty. He also said he had a 5-year-old daughter named Felsha. I'm grown now, and I understand who he was. He was a pedophile who happened to like little girls with blue eyes and black hair. I was an innocent child, until they found me discarded in a run down motel. I ended up being taken away from my parents who were doing drugs when they said they were "talking". I don't trust anyone, anymore. It's funny to think that the day I was walking to school I was learning about how to defend oneself from creepy men.