It Wasn't Him
I (maybe I wrote about this already) was at a food court when I saw this man walk past. At work we have a posting of a rapist to watch out for, but here he was, strolling through the food court, looking for something to eat. Who knows how many of his past victims were in the very same mall, maybe even spotting him and having a horrible reaction? I wouldn't know what to do, except maybe call the mall security or something. I did nothing. I was frozen to my seat. I wondered if I should have taken a photo with my blackberry or something? I even saw his photo in a newspaper a few months ago, seeing his name. This freaked me out in that I'm thinking about what kind of man this is. It's just weird to see a criminal in front of you and they're just going casually about their day. Who knows if he had a mundane sort of day, or if he violated someone earlier, or will do so later?
I hate that he's in my head. I have my own trauma in my body that's impossible to remove, now I have this guy in my head.
Sometimes I feel I should come here everyday and just type endlessly about this. I'm afraid of finding a real person to talk to about this because I'd drain myself of this memory onto them and I'd scare them off.
I'm most thankful for this website.