Danielle

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Danielle in mm*

i look down at my feet, they tap through the small puddles from the rain earlier as i walk down the somewhat dark street. Distant dog barking, loud music, and tire screeching float through the air. This is the usual when walking in Oakland California. My cheeks tense from the frigid wind blowing against them. I settle my hands in my jacket pockets to keep my fingers from going numb. I pick up the pace to hurry home. It's almost dark and the racketeers and thugs are about to appear. A car speeds down the narrow street causing my attention to focus on them. The car makes a sudden stop - very unusual. I continue my stroll home, i notice a tall slim dark man jogging out of a house and towards the parked car. He looks both ways down the street before entering the car. He glances at me which causes me to shift my head back down towards the pavement. Before i stopped my focus on the man i noticed he was carrying something in his hand. If im not mistaken it looked as if he was groping a knife or a very sharp object but, i restrain myself from entering a pensive state. I need no altercations at the moment especially, a violent one. The car rapidly drives off. I, now not distracted continue home at my original pace. I perceive a shadow moving towards me crawling across the cement. I get closer to the silhouette of the object that is covered from light by the shadows of the parked cars along the street. It's a baby. A baby boy at that. He looked as if he was 7-8 months. His little giggles induced me into picking him up. I scan the streets back and fourth delving into finding his parents. No sign of anyone. I slowly step down the street hoping i find the guardian to this baby. No one. Not even a bird. As i walk, i spot a screen door wide open. A little tikes baby car sits in the grass of the front yard. i figured this was the house the baby lived in. After 2 minutes of mental preparation i step onto the yard and approach the front door i knock. 

"hello...i have your baby" i'm alerted when i hear groaning coming from inside. It's sounds like a woman. I take a step inside the house stepping very fragile. As i tip toe i feel a thick liquid under my shoe. I look down and notice it's a puddle of blood. I widen my eyes and follow the trail of blood, which led to a woman holding onto the handle of the kitchen drawer. She pants as the blood trickles from her deep cuts. i was correct. The man was holding a knife. I put 2 and 2 together and figured out. The tall man stabbed her and left the house so abruptly he left the door open allowing his baby to crawl outside. Their were deep gashes placed all over her torso, the sight sent chills down my spine making me quiver. Stuck in the moment i dont realize i am still holding the baby. i set him down on the nearby sofa and tip toe towards the woman. There were shavings of tobacco on the counter from inside of a cigar or backwood. Half empty bottles of liquor set across the counter. Domestic violence. I can tell this wasn't their first rodeo of arguing or fighting but this may be their last.

 "pleasee" she whimpers. I start to quiver, "d-dont s...sc...scream" she struggles to get out. Out of traumatic experiences and sights i start to cry knowing how this may end. I do not know this woman but, she is dying right in front of me. I feel an anxiety attack slowly approaching. I turn from the scene and breathe slowly to prevent it. I know if i cant help myself i wont be able to help this woman. 

"okay...ok" i stutter. The woman winces, i do know that in some movies whenever their partner gets shot they tie a cloth or something around their wound to help cease the blood from gushing out. I hasten and remove my jacket i was wearing. Yeah it's 30$ and it's from forever 21 but, she needs it more then me. i fold it horizontally and wrap it around her deepest wounds. 

"sss...AHHHH" she wails at the tight knot i made. I move back a bit as if i completed the job. She taps on the counter reaching for something. I stand up and grab the phone i see at her fingertips. She stops her reaching, 

"c-call...ty...ty...ro-ronna" she begins crying. Her stuttering were because she was crying not because of the gashes.

 "okay but can you please stop moving the blood will rush out faster" i say in an EMT tone trying to do the best i can thankfully the phone is unlocked because her fingerprints are bloody and it wouldn't work. I click on contacts and scroll to t, i see 'tyronna bitch' and i click the call button. it rings and i put it on speaker.