Tears. Tears of joy, or tears of sadness. Personally, I hate crying. Remember my first day of school, when I cried because of Tiara? Like I said, it makes me look pathetic and defenseless. Now here I was, in the middle of an abandoned alley, holding a knife to my throat, and crying. "Natasha?" The voice was coming from the entrance of the alley, deep and muffled so I couldn't recognize it. ****. Quick thinking, Tasha. Going to an abandon alley by yourself is practically a hand-crafted invitation to the "bad people". If you know what I mean. "W-Who are you?" My eyes widened, the knife still in place. Great. It was right about now when I would be screaming to the movie screen, "What are you doing, *****?! Get outta there!" But I couldn't move. I was frozen. I know in books people say they couldn't move and I would think to myself, "If that was me, I would be able to move." and yeah, I could move. Except the fact that I have cramps from all the squatting. "Tasha?" the voice call again, closer this time. I finally got my mind back into reality. Snapping out of it, I jerked back, lowering the knife. I felt that my throat had a line, possibly of blood, from where the knife had been. The person finally made to me, and the light shone in his face. Liam.