As I adjusted my eyes going from absolute darkness to the bright lighted street corner, I could see the silhouettes of several soldiers around me. As I was being dragged backwards, I could hear the gravel grind together underneath me and feel the pain of my skin being ripped off as the soldier easily dragged my tiny body behind him. Both my wrists were squeezed together into one handcuff behind my back as the soldier used the other end of the handcuff to drag me along the gravel road. I let out a scream from the bottom of my lungs from the pain in both of my shoulders. I feared that both my shoulders and arms would break very soon if the soldier did not let up. The soldier stopped, turned around, and kicked me really hard in my ribs, taking my breath away.
