I get off the bus, earphones in my ears. I open the door of the metro building, I enter. Head down, my palms are sweating and my heart is beating fast. I can do this. Mom told me to keep walking, head up high with a confident look on my face, like I know where I’m going, so no one would spot me as an easy target. So I try. I walk towards the entrance to the metro trying to look confident. I look around. I spot the metro sign, indicating were the entrance is, and I start walking towards it. I remove my earphones from my ears to give my full attention to what is happening and where I am. People are walking in all directions, trying not to miss the soonest metro or the bus. I hear loud footsteps behind me heading toward the same direction as I
…show more content…
The pavement on the walls are missing pieces and have graffiti on them and the metal on two metro lanes is rusted. A lot of people are waiting for the metro .I look at the people around, I don’t know where to stand. Should I walk back and forth to stay in movement or should I just wait in one safe spot? But there is no safe spot. I don’t know anyone. Mom told me to stay close to someone who looks reassuring. But in my opinion, no one looks reassuring. On my left, a man wearing a suit with a tie and a suitcase, and sunglasses which makes it 100x more weird since it’s late and it’s dark in the metro. On my right, a woman is wearing a mini-skirt, a crop top and high heels, and a lot of makeup on her face, did she look at the weather this morning? I don’t think so. So I walk to the left and find a cute little family. They look like reassuring people. So I stand next to them, not imposing myself too much but just enough to make it look like we know each other. No one would dare touch me if they think I’m with people I …show more content…
But he keeps on talking, asking me questions, questions that become more and more personal. I feel uncomfortable, I taste metal in my mouth and realize I am biting my lip too tight.
“Where do you live?”
“On the south shore of Montreal.”
I answer his questions as vaguely as possible. I don’t want him to know anything about me. What if after our conversation he follows me home? What if he wanted to hurt me? Or my mother? And my sister? Why is he sitting so close to me? “This is my stop, this is where I’m getting off, it was nice to meet you.” HE says after a moment of silence. He gets up and stands close to the door.
Of course this is where he’s getting off. This is where everyone has to get off. I wait until he leaves to get off, so I won’t be in his sight. He is far away now, nothing to worry abpout anymore. So I walk at a slower paste, enjoying the music in my ears. Mom will be proud of me, my first time in the metro went really well. I walk towards the exit to catch my bus. I open the door to the outside and My arm gets pulled agressively the other way. I try to resist but I can’t. The force that is pulling me is too strong. It’s the man. The man from the
The pavement on the walls are missing pieces and have graffiti on them and the metal on two metro lanes is rusted. A lot of people are waiting for the metro .I look at the people around, I don’t know where to stand. Should I walk back and forth to stay in movement or should I just wait in one safe spot? But there is no safe spot. I don’t know anyone. Mom told me to stay close to someone who looks reassuring. But in my opinion, no one looks reassuring. On my left, a man wearing a suit with a tie and a suitcase, and sunglasses which makes it 100x more weird since it’s late and it’s dark in the metro. On my right, a woman is wearing a mini-skirt, a crop top and high heels, and a lot of makeup on her face, did she look at the weather this morning? I don’t think so. So I walk to the left and find a cute little family. They look like reassuring people. So I stand next to them, not imposing myself too much but just enough to make it look like we know each other. No one would dare touch me if they think I’m with people I …show more content…
But he keeps on talking, asking me questions, questions that become more and more personal. I feel uncomfortable, I taste metal in my mouth and realize I am biting my lip too tight.
“Where do you live?”
“On the south shore of Montreal.”
I answer his questions as vaguely as possible. I don’t want him to know anything about me. What if after our conversation he follows me home? What if he wanted to hurt me? Or my mother? And my sister? Why is he sitting so close to me? “This is my stop, this is where I’m getting off, it was nice to meet you.” HE says after a moment of silence. He gets up and stands close to the door.
Of course this is where he’s getting off. This is where everyone has to get off. I wait until he leaves to get off, so I won’t be in his sight. He is far away now, nothing to worry abpout anymore. So I walk at a slower paste, enjoying the music in my ears. Mom will be proud of me, my first time in the metro went really well. I walk towards the exit to catch my bus. I open the door to the outside and My arm gets pulled agressively the other way. I try to resist but I can’t. The force that is pulling me is too strong. It’s the man. The man from the