"Help!" I scream at the passers-by. "Someone help!"
No one stops or even looks at me. I run behind the building into a narrow alley and hide behind some discarded boxes.
Through my small point of view through the alley out onto the busy street, I see Sterling. He's holding a photo in his hand, asking people something as they pass by. Is he looking for me?
"Wanna call him for help?" Vincent asks, suddenly behind me.
I almost scream, but he covers my mouth with his hand.
"I'm going to kill you know," he whispers in my ear.
I bite Vincent's hand, hard. He yells out and pulls his hand away. I can taste his blood.
"Sterling!" I scream, but Vincent drags me out of sight just as I see Sterling turn his head in my direction.
"Shut up, or he'll die too!" Vincent hisses. One hand is over my mouth again, and the other bleeding one that I bit is holding the knife I used to stab him.
I mumble something, and he loosens his grip just enough for me to say, "Don't hurt him."