Box Cutter Knife

Once while working in another city my workmates were some people I knew from before in the Fijian community. Some of the guys gave me hints that everyone together are trying to do me in. Once one of my workmates called me and started talking shit about another workmate. I talked shit too just to make him feel better. He came up with an idea to take the workmate to far in the rural area and leave him there. The next day we picked him up from a worksite and I gave him the shotgun. My voices then told me that in reality they were going to take me far and leave me there. I had a box cutter with me and I acted like I was sleepy. After driving far out from the city the driver stopped the work truck on the side of the road somewhere. He got out to set up his side mirror. He then gave a little nod to his workmate that was in the shotgun and then we drove back and I was told there were a lot of blades on the seat where I was sitting. My whole ride my voices tried to scare me. But they couldn’t get me to take out my box cutter knife. My voices and people that trip me out just can’t win in this fight.