Whoa What?

You think to yourself as you see on the news that some innocent person was beat up for no reason, "That will never be me." The next day you walk into a conspicuous neighborhood. You look at the adress your friend gave you. You had to go through here to meet him in that shop you agreed on meeting him in. Suddenly, you bump into a man. You were looking at your phone so long, you didn't realize where you were walking. You realize that you just walked into the neighborhood that you had seen on tv. the other day. He, and his friends, slowly turn around. People close in around you. "You should watch where you're going, cuz around these parts, you could get into serious trouble." "Hehe," his friend said. You started to get pushed around by them. You were nothing to them. Weak. The look on their faces were not sympathetic or friendly of any sort, which didn't help. You realize that you are sweating intensely. "I'm sorry, I should get going." The people around you are screaming "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT,FIGHT." Something that would normally happen in the halls of some random school. Instead it's here. On the street. All because you ran into some people who get joy from hurting innocent people and seeing fear in other's eyes. "Already? Awww, we were hoping you could have some fun around here with us." His friends burst out laughing. You realize that the place you are in now has no escape. You are, in fact, in their neighborhood. They did this on a regular basis. These people are not sympathetic at all. They want to see you get hurt and beat up by them. Then you realize and it dawns on you, that you are basically screwed. No other way about it. So as the men stepped towards you, you accept that you are in for a world of hurt. You look into the eyes of the man that draws his arm back slowly, before he lets you have it.