(Amisia’s point of view)

At the mature age of sixteen I still can’t stay near a crowd for long without having a panic attack or passing out. In my small town at the start of Fall they always throw a festival in the town square and unfortunately it was one of those days. Which is why i'm taking back alley ways back to my house instead of straight through the square. My mom asked me to go to the store and get something for dinner to celebrate my dad’s promotion. I agreed, both of us forgetting it’s festival day. 

You'd think by now we would have known I should stay inside on this day. I've got on all black clothes black jeans, black t-shirt, black combat boots, and a black hoodie. I got my earbuds in and my hood up. The grocery bag dangling from my arm. During my life I've learned that if you dress like a delinquent people are less likely to come near you. So now i'm walking down an alley trying to avoid as many people as possible. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. One person's nervous emotion is sneaking up behind me. I compared this emotion with others I've felt before. This type of nervousness usually comes from thieves or delinquents when there about to do something bad. I started slowly walking again. 

Running was going to get me nowhere. This alley is to long to run out of and I can't run strait into a crowd without immobilizing myself. I focused on the person behind me. Based on the emotions the person is female and about my age. There's the dull throb of a mostly healed knife wound on her right side. If I need to I can elbow the wound but that means ill feel it to. I slowed down so the exit to the alley was far enough away so a struggle wouldn't attract a crowd. The thief made her move. 

She yanked down my hood and pressed a pocket knife to my neck. “Hand over your wallet.” When her skin brushed mine something I never expected happened. The second her skin made contact with mine I felt....... an emotion? But it didn't come from someone else. It came from me. How is this possible? I cant feel any of my own emotions. Is it the thief? Or can I now feel emotions threw any physical contact? I reached up and pulled out my earbuds. Careful not to spook the thief. I pulled out my wallet and held it away from her reach. “I'll give you all the money in my wallet on one condition.” Her emotions turned confused. I bet no one shes ever had at knife point has ever tried to bargain with her. But her curiosity got the better of her, “What is the condition?” I turned around and looked into her brown eyes. She kept the knife at my neck. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “What is your name?”