It was November 19, 2009, the day I wish had never happened. I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, doing things that I still regret today. People were shouting riot over the new law, from what started as a simple protest to an all out civil war. The clouds were black, a line of riot shield officers giving instructions imploring everyone to stop, but no one was listening. Some people didn't even know why everyone was participating in the riots, as they simply saw it as an opportunity to steal and provide for themselves or their families. There were stones thrown in the air and a mixture of newspapers being set on fire. I was trying to escape knowing what the consequences would be if I stayed put and contributed to the chaos. I believed why they were rioting, but that wasn't what was planned. But before I could escape, I was hit in the head by a stone that stopped my movement and knocked me out in the blink of an eye. While I was outside it felt like I was being dragged across the ground, this would explain the scar I found on my head. I found myself awake in the dark, out of breath, unable to move, I heard a voice....