I remember a time where I found a body, it was the most traumatic thing to experience as a young teenager. I was walking home from my job at the ice cream place.

It was dark outside so I had to rush home because people on the streets go nuts over a young 16 year old black girl like me. The time where blacks and white were separated. I was walking on street, trying to go home quickly as possible.

I can hear my heart beating like drums & my breathing going in and out as I scanned around. The street lights were barely on, flickering in and out. “Calm down,” I mumbled to myself.

I was almost at my neighborhood, I just had to walk across this small path. I ran towards then my feet hit something cold and rubber. I grabbed my flashlight in my purse. I put it on something I hit. I gasped as I saw lifeless white woman laying on the ground naked. Her eyes were bloody shot red and blood around her making me step on the pound.

My heart stopped as I stepped back quickly falling on the ground. My shoes were covered with blood. I ran quickly out of there screaming call 911.