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I walked home from the Junction tonight instead of taking my second bus.
On the way, I encountered a small girl standing there in tears on a street corner about two blocks from where I live. She was glancing around nervously and was clasping in each hand, a bundle of nails lashed together by some wire.
I asked if she was alright, even though it was obvious that she wasn't.
She explained that some guy was following her and that wherever she looked, he was around. A friend had given her some "things" to defend herself with and she was waiting there for the guy to show up so she could kill him. The poor girl was terrified. She was serious. Everything seems more serious when everyone's bigger and stronger than you.
I tried to convince her to go home, saying that I'd walk with her. She said no, because she wanted to finish this. And also, probably because she didn't trust me either. Trying to give her second thoughts, I said that she could go to jail if she went through with it. She said that she was certain that she wouldn't because she's trying to protect herself, and that even if something happened to her, her family knew people who knew people who would take his life. I thought, what's the life of some piece of shit who stalks children worth compared to a little girl who's just trying to survive? I mean, it's an adult's responsibility to protect children. I'm fully aware that there are shit-bags in the world who will try to hurt them, but if a child can't trust ANYone, let alone the ones who really want to keep them safe from harm, what do they have? Nothing but skinny arms and blinding fear.
I tried to convince her that it was a bad idea and that she should go somewhere safe by saying that she wouldn't be strong enough and that the nails wouldn't be sharp enough to even break skin. She looked a little more like backing out with every reason. Like what frantic sense of desperate courage was keeping her glued to that street corner was slowly dissolving.
Eventually, she decided to go back to her friend's house. I can only imagine it was the one who gave her the bright idea to do what she'd done in the first place. I don't know if I made the right decision in urging her to go back there... It doesn't seem as if that's a very healthy person to be with... I wished her good luck and turned to go home, glancing over my shoulder with the corner of my eye to make sure she'd gotten there alright.
If I see her again, I'm gonna try talking with her. I went out looking around for her again a little while ago, but it seems like she decided to stay in. Still, I'm a bit worried. I regret not having done more... But still, I don't know what could have been done. When this sort of thing happens, I feel so disappointed in myself for not helping to the fullest extent that I could have. I couldn't help it, since she was skeptical of my intentions, not that I blame her. Shit. I really didn't want to let her walk away in that condition, but I didn't want for her to withdraw from me, thinking that I was a forceful or dangerous person. She at least talked, so maybe she'll still open up to me if we meet again.
I'm glad I didn't pass by without talking to her. I almost did. I think most people would have.
On the way, I encountered a small girl standing there in tears on a street corner about two blocks from where I live. She was glancing around nervously and was clasping in each hand, a bundle of nails lashed together by some wire.
I asked if she was alright, even though it was obvious that she wasn't.
She explained that some guy was following her and that wherever she looked, he was around. A friend had given her some "things" to defend herself with and she was waiting there for the guy to show up so she could kill him. The poor girl was terrified. She was serious. Everything seems more serious when everyone's bigger and stronger than you.
I tried to convince her to go home, saying that I'd walk with her. She said no, because she wanted to finish this. And also, probably because she didn't trust me either. Trying to give her second thoughts, I said that she could go to jail if she went through with it. She said that she was certain that she wouldn't because she's trying to protect herself, and that even if something happened to her, her family knew people who knew people who would take his life. I thought, what's the life of some piece of shit who stalks children worth compared to a little girl who's just trying to survive? I mean, it's an adult's responsibility to protect children. I'm fully aware that there are shit-bags in the world who will try to hurt them, but if a child can't trust ANYone, let alone the ones who really want to keep them safe from harm, what do they have? Nothing but skinny arms and blinding fear.
I tried to convince her that it was a bad idea and that she should go somewhere safe by saying that she wouldn't be strong enough and that the nails wouldn't be sharp enough to even break skin. She looked a little more like backing out with every reason. Like what frantic sense of desperate courage was keeping her glued to that street corner was slowly dissolving.
Eventually, she decided to go back to her friend's house. I can only imagine it was the one who gave her the bright idea to do what she'd done in the first place. I don't know if I made the right decision in urging her to go back there... It doesn't seem as if that's a very healthy person to be with... I wished her good luck and turned to go home, glancing over my shoulder with the corner of my eye to make sure she'd gotten there alright.
If I see her again, I'm gonna try talking with her. I went out looking around for her again a little while ago, but it seems like she decided to stay in. Still, I'm a bit worried. I regret not having done more... But still, I don't know what could have been done. When this sort of thing happens, I feel so disappointed in myself for not helping to the fullest extent that I could have. I couldn't help it, since she was skeptical of my intentions, not that I blame her. Shit. I really didn't want to let her walk away in that condition, but I didn't want for her to withdraw from me, thinking that I was a forceful or dangerous person. She at least talked, so maybe she'll still open up to me if we meet again.
I'm glad I didn't pass by without talking to her. I almost did. I think most people would have.