This is an event that has traumatized my teenage years. A story which I've never really told anyone, until last night.
It happened on a Saturday, after my Tae-Kwon-Do class. I was 13.
Sitting at the train station near school planning to visit an ill friend. I sat there still in my white robe, listening to music on my Walkman (yes, Walkman). Half an hour past, the train i was waiting for has yet to come. As I sit there, an unfamiliar man entered the station and stared right at me.
Not minding the environment, I kept listening to the rhythm of the music. Moments past and the train hasn't came, the unfamiliar man sat next to me. Shivers ran up and down my spine, realizing that the station was nearly empty.
He began asking me questions, and I, a careless teenager answered without suspecting anything. But then the questions became to wonder and become awkward, personal, and scary. I then knew that I had to get away, unfortunately my train has not arrived.
My heart jumped(not in the good way) when he touched my hair. I tried not to panic, he kept asking questions that were inappropriate,even for mature adults. At the corner of my eye i saw a train pulling in the station, excited at first but the disappointed that it wasn't the train I was waiting for. Yet, I didn't care, I just knew I had to get out of there.
I said a brief goodbye and saw his yellow pupil eyes and dark skin, like a panther waiting to attack a deer. I rushed in the train corridor and sat between an elderly lady and a kid not older looking like my brother.With my feet nearly shaking i almost lost my breath , seeing him still staring at me.
Ten minutes later I got off at the central station, looking around to make sure he didn't follow me. Still shivering with cold sweat, I decided to grab a cab instead. I got to my friend's apartment with relief.
The next day, my heart jumped again like it did at the station, seeing his face in an article, on a wanted list, for sex predators.
Years has past since that day, but I still can remember how he stared at e with his yellow eyes, black skin, and low pitched voice.
But no, I am not trying to be a racist or anything, but since that day happened, I get scared and try as much as I can to avoid dark men.
It happened on a Saturday, after my Tae-Kwon-Do class. I was 13.
Sitting at the train station near school planning to visit an ill friend. I sat there still in my white robe, listening to music on my Walkman (yes, Walkman). Half an hour past, the train i was waiting for has yet to come. As I sit there, an unfamiliar man entered the station and stared right at me.
Not minding the environment, I kept listening to the rhythm of the music. Moments past and the train hasn't came, the unfamiliar man sat next to me. Shivers ran up and down my spine, realizing that the station was nearly empty.
He began asking me questions, and I, a careless teenager answered without suspecting anything. But then the questions became to wonder and become awkward, personal, and scary. I then knew that I had to get away, unfortunately my train has not arrived.
My heart jumped(not in the good way) when he touched my hair. I tried not to panic, he kept asking questions that were inappropriate,even for mature adults. At the corner of my eye i saw a train pulling in the station, excited at first but the disappointed that it wasn't the train I was waiting for. Yet, I didn't care, I just knew I had to get out of there.
I said a brief goodbye and saw his yellow pupil eyes and dark skin, like a panther waiting to attack a deer. I rushed in the train corridor and sat between an elderly lady and a kid not older looking like my brother.With my feet nearly shaking i almost lost my breath , seeing him still staring at me.
Ten minutes later I got off at the central station, looking around to make sure he didn't follow me. Still shivering with cold sweat, I decided to grab a cab instead. I got to my friend's apartment with relief.
The next day, my heart jumped again like it did at the station, seeing his face in an article, on a wanted list, for sex predators.
Years has past since that day, but I still can remember how he stared at e with his yellow eyes, black skin, and low pitched voice.
But no, I am not trying to be a racist or anything, but since that day happened, I get scared and try as much as I can to avoid dark men.
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