Saturday, November 2, 2013

the neighborhood #2 The Police

After being flashed at the train station my sister called the cops. Like I said before it was hot out. One cop car came up to the station as we waited in terror. It had been the worst thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life. I couldn’t wrap my head around what had just happened.
The cop came out of his car with a small notepad in his hand. I wanted to just run home and forget about the whole thing but my sister begged me to stay. It was getting dark out and even with the cop by my side I still felt unsafe. It didn’t feel like this whole ordeal was over. Within the next few minutes two other cop cars came by. I guess there was nothing else to do that night.
I searched through my phone for a picture of Charlie day or the lead singer of this band called biffy clyro. The flasher looked a lot like them. The cop seemed uninterested in the pictures and more interested on how this all happened.
 I had on big pink shorts and a white tee but I felt naked that day. The cops all talked amongst themselves and I could hear the female cop mention my attire. By that point I felt annoyed and just wanted to walk home.

It isn’t the victim’s fault for being victimized. Thank God the situation did not escalate to the point that we would be talking about rape. But in the cases where females have been, they shouldn’t be blamed because of what they are wearing.

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