I was sitting in my apartment uploading photos from the weekend when I heard the screams. Sometimes gaggles of emo drunk kids wander the streets in my ‘hood stumbling their way home and often there are shrieks or screams or hollering. I’ve learned to ignore it for the most part. But this scream was different though. This scream repeated and there was something frightening in it.
I ran to the window but it was dark outside. The scream continued. People started to pour out of their homes towards the screaming asking, “Are you alright?” Her attacker had fled and she was on the ground, her face banged up a bit where cheek met pavement. I was about to race down there but I could see a crowd forming and knew she was being helped.
The cops came quickly, then the paramedics. Neighbors, once strangers, stood around in awkward solidarity. She’s okay. As okay as you can be after being traumatized like that. I hovered near the window hoping to overhear what happened. It seems it was an attempted mugging though I’m not sure he took anything from her except her sense of safety.
It just makes me stop and think how many times I’ve wandered home alone from a bar late at night only half aware of my surroundings or the times I’ve walked blocks with arms laden with grocery bags or the walks to the park with my iPod blaring in my ears, drowning out everything around me. . .That could have been me.
Just remember to be careful out there.