Not Kitty Genovese
I was woken up by a person outside screaming "GET OFF ME!" It wasn't at first. The person was yelling over and over.
Lately, there's been some serious yelling crazies. There's the evangelist who yells "LOVE" an "LORD" over and over when he's moved by the spirit. There's another guy who around 9 pm comes by (I think he has a route he does) screaming about a 911 conspiracy. There are also college kids in the area, so every once in a while there's yelling. There's been several times when I heard yelling that I thought was an attack, and it was followed by giggling or laughter.
But there was no laughter.
I have a narrow view out of my apartment. Really, only about 50 linear feet of pavement at most, out of my bedroom. The rest of my windows look back out on to the rest of the building.
I looked out my window and saw a person on their knees trying to get into a fetal position. A man was standing over her, flailing his arms - hitting her? Pulling on her? I couldn't tell.
I think I left my phone at work - I start looking for midnightstation's phone but it's not where it usually is. I start to panic myself and try to ask midnightstation where his phone is, but he won't wake up.
A woman's voice comes out from my building, yelling, "LEAVE HER ALONE YOU FUCKER", and I feel relieved. She continues, "I'VE CALLED THE COPS AND THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY."
I see the man - he looks dark to me in a light blue button down shirt - back off and stalk off looking back over his shoulder. The woman on the ground, medium length brown hair, caramel skin, round thighs, belly and breasts, gets up off the ground clutching her bag and turns and goes the other way but I hear her yell, "THANK YOU".
And the other woman replies, "YOU ARE WELCOME."
Just now the cops arrived and spoke to the doorman across the street. He is in my line of sight too.
I wonder where he was. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt - that he was downstairs in the restroom or something when all this happened.
But what if he wasn't. Did he watch all this unfold, and not even fumble for the phone?
I'm upset with myself for not yelling earlier. I'm upset with myself for not being more responsible about my phone.
I'm frustrated that midnightstation sleeps so deeply that even this didn't wake him.
I'm so relived that someone else called.
I'm worried that that woman knew the man, and that this isn't over. I wish she had stayed to talk to the cops.
I'm glad the cops came.
I'm glad that Kitty Genovese was the abberation, and not the norm.
N.
Lately, there's been some serious yelling crazies. There's the evangelist who yells "LOVE" an "LORD" over and over when he's moved by the spirit. There's another guy who around 9 pm comes by (I think he has a route he does) screaming about a 911 conspiracy. There are also college kids in the area, so every once in a while there's yelling. There's been several times when I heard yelling that I thought was an attack, and it was followed by giggling or laughter.
But there was no laughter.
I have a narrow view out of my apartment. Really, only about 50 linear feet of pavement at most, out of my bedroom. The rest of my windows look back out on to the rest of the building.
I looked out my window and saw a person on their knees trying to get into a fetal position. A man was standing over her, flailing his arms - hitting her? Pulling on her? I couldn't tell.
I think I left my phone at work - I start looking for midnightstation's phone but it's not where it usually is. I start to panic myself and try to ask midnightstation where his phone is, but he won't wake up.
A woman's voice comes out from my building, yelling, "LEAVE HER ALONE YOU FUCKER", and I feel relieved. She continues, "I'VE CALLED THE COPS AND THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY."
I see the man - he looks dark to me in a light blue button down shirt - back off and stalk off looking back over his shoulder. The woman on the ground, medium length brown hair, caramel skin, round thighs, belly and breasts, gets up off the ground clutching her bag and turns and goes the other way but I hear her yell, "THANK YOU".
And the other woman replies, "YOU ARE WELCOME."
Just now the cops arrived and spoke to the doorman across the street. He is in my line of sight too.
I wonder where he was. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt - that he was downstairs in the restroom or something when all this happened.
But what if he wasn't. Did he watch all this unfold, and not even fumble for the phone?
I'm upset with myself for not yelling earlier. I'm upset with myself for not being more responsible about my phone.
I'm frustrated that midnightstation sleeps so deeply that even this didn't wake him.
I'm so relived that someone else called.
I'm worried that that woman knew the man, and that this isn't over. I wish she had stayed to talk to the cops.
I'm glad the cops came.
I'm glad that Kitty Genovese was the abberation, and not the norm.
N.