A hooded figure attacked me today.
I couldn’t see who or even what they were.
They came up behind me and covered my mouth.
I tried to remove their hand but it didn’t help.
I was shocked.
My pulse was racing and I tried to reach my phone.
I tried to call for help.
But the hooded figure seized me.
They took their hand off my mouth,
those 3 seconds I tried to run away.
But nobody heard me.
Could no one hear my suffering?
They caught up
and pushed me to the floor..
I got up somehow.
I got up, I tried to and I did.
But what was the point?
I couldn’t get away.
I couldn’t breathe.
I saw spots.
I saw darkness.
I felt even more helpless.
I didn’t know what was happening.
But I knew somehow, what was happening.
Pressure around my neck.
Their hands were grasping my neck,
cutting off my air supply.
I tried to breathe.
I tried so hard.
But I couldn’t.
I tried so hard to unmask the mysterious hooded figure.
But I couldn’t.
Whoever it was, didn’t want me to survive.
Did I do something to them?
Would I die not knowing who killed me?
My face was turning red and more red.
I lost breath by breath.
They thought I must’ve given up by now.
If they didn’t release one of their hands, holding me with one elbow suffocating my neck, less severe than with two hands.
They released to reach something.
Something in their pocket….
A gun? A knife? A cell phone?
It didn’t matter.
I took the opportunity and elbowed them in the stomach.
I turned around
I knew I couldn’t outrun them.
I knew I couldn’t call anybody in time.
I knew that that there was no one around to hear my screams.
So I figured if I was going to die, it wasn’t going to be a mystery to me.
I needed to know.
I needed to know who did this.
If there was even a chance I could get away
I would have to explain who attacked me.
So, rapidly, I unmasked the figure.
The light touched their face.
Mouth open wide.
Tears. More tears.
I couldn’t believe who I saw.
I was in shock.
Because the person staring back at me…
The hooded figure, was none other than…