It was a Thursday night thirteen years ago in an old neighborhood known as the Nor neighborhood, where I lived and where a part of me died. My friends and I used to meet every Thursday in a park not far from our house, to review some things we picked up at school. We finished our study group early. However, that day we had to stay for another couple of hours to prepare for a math test. So we finished a little later than usual. It all started when I was walking home around ten in the evening. I carried my backpack, filled with my heavy books and a couple of apples. Half the streetlights were burned out, so the street was barley visible. Suddenly I saw three men coming out of the darkness and heading towards me. I couldn't see what they looked like when they came, so I wasn't afraid, but then I noticed that one of them had a knife. Therefore, I understood that something bad was about to happen. As soon as I saw the knife I started running. However, the heavy bag was a hindrance for me, and why...