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83rd Street
There is an infamous street in a large city somewhere in a thriving area. This street was known to have bad luck amongst the people who pass there, even the officials in that area had the street blocked with police tape to keep cars and several people from that street. Oddly enough, people still enter that street—either they were curious about the rumors, or they were some of the few people who actually lived or worked in that street.
I found myself in a tight spot one day when I found out that someone I cared about was cheating on their significant other with another person they used to consider their significant other. I had to escape from where I was, and I didn't know what to do or where to go. The moment I found out the person cared about was cheating, I ran away from where I was and hailed the first ride I found. I couldn't remember if it was a cab, or just some random car that I hitched. Either way, I told the driver to send me away from there. As long as nobody could follow me.
As if it were some awful trick of fate or the people in the car were some sick bastards, they dropped me off at 83rd street. I was stupid enough to even agree to get off the car and walk through the street blocked off by police tape.
The sun was still up when I arrived, so the street looked normal. The houses looked just like how houses looked in a normal suburban neighborhood. While it was still daytime, I checked out one of the establishments. It seemed like a humble clothes shop complete with neat scarves and branded lipsticks. It was certainly a place I would like to be. Of course, since I had ran off to nowhere, I did not anything along with me—no money, no cellphone, nothing. I ended up window shopping for products I might potentially like.
Once I was finished, I exited the establishment. It was dark. The only lights in the streets came from the street lamps. None of the houses were lit, not even the establishment I had just exited from. The entire street was dark, as if no one lived there. It was creepy.
Not even a few minutes have passed but I witnessed a shady deal just outside the establishment where one gave another person lipsticks and the other paid a sum of cash to the other. I backed out from the situation but immediately I was dragged into an awful situation. I was taken by two people—a guy and a girl. Soon enough I could hear the guy scream in pain. I was worried for him. It was not long before we entered a living space—whether it was a house or an apartment, I could not remember.
The boy plopped down on the bed while the girl sat down next to him. They were both panting heavily, most likely tired from whatever it was they did. They looked similar, so most likely they were siblings. I asked what they had wanted with me, but the girl replied saying that her brother was hurt. My hunch was correct, oddly enough. I approached the guy and I looked at his wound. As I was about to touch his wound, he stopped me. I thought he was going to kiss me, but my vision went black.