Earlier, at around 10pm, I was held up upon going down the bus. A guy placed his arm around me and poked me with a knife on the side. He told me to not make a scene and to give him my phone. I did that and the next thing I knew, he kissed me on the lips, told me he knew me and that they would come back for me.
Sounds like a scene from a movie right? How I wish it was. Unfortunately, it wasn't. It was for real and the unfortunate girl was me.
I was able to go to the police station, call my Mom and tell her to have my two phone lines cut and even called someone else to get my coworkers number when it hit me and I blacked out. Yep, my mind seems to have given up and after doing the necessary steps, it just conked out on me.
I woke up to intense pain in my head and on my hand. When I opened my eyes, there were several people around me and one of them was a woman who kept squeezing my hand. It actually bled ... her nails left cuts on my palm. I am grateful though because apparently, it took a long time to revive me and I was exhibiting "lockjaw" symptoms already. They said I was bluish gray and I was cold to the touch.
After I was revived, they gave me something warm to drink which I cannot remember for the life of me what it was and this policeman tended to my wounds. He kept telling me to cry it out but I couldn't. I still can't. Until now, I still can't.
A friend of mine picked me up because he was unfortunate enough to be the one on the phone with me when I blacked out. He picked me up and took me home and ended up meeting my Mom. It must have been a surreal experience.
To my friend, I'm really sorry you got dragged into this but thank you for taking me home. It was a sweet gesture that is much appreciated. You are right. I am not okay.
I will be though. So again, thank you.
As for those 3 bastards, I hope they all rot in hell. I hope that they would be eaten alive by the floor. I hope that they all rot in hell. I hope that they will be taken away from earth.
I hate them. I hate them for scaring me and making me fall into pieces. I hate them so much.
|my wounds from the effort of the woman trying to revive me|