It was unexpected, yet expected. I saw it coming, I always knew it would happen. I always knew what to do after and how to fix things. But why am I still affected?
—
I'm in the store. It's late at night and there aren't many customers.
I exam those in the same aisle as I am.
Good, I know someone here.
Reassured, but still nervous.
Anxious.
Unsafe.
I'll be quick.
A tall and strong looking man. He's beside me.
I'm okay, he's just shopping.
The person I know is standing next to me. It's okay.
I'm okay.
It's okay.
Everything is okay.
"———"
He said something.
"Are you going to let him talk to you like that? Say something."
The person I know said to me.
What did he say to make her tell me that? I heard it, I tuned it out and now I can't remember.
I said something just now. What did I say?
Why is he making that face?
Why is he getting closer?
What is he doing?
Don't touch me.
Stop it.
Don't come near me.
I'm running now,
Screaming.
"No."
"Don't."
"Don't touch me!"
Stop.
Everything stops for a moment.
I feel a tight grip around my arm.
He caught me.
It's just a dream.
—
Maybe it's my fault for thinking it'd happen.
