story

Just something I thought of today. True story, by the way. I hope to edit it later, and turn it into something about Jarrow instead of me.

I saw a woman staring at me today. I've seen her before, though I try not to. She looked different than I remembered. She looked angry.

We stared at each other for what seemed like hours. The world around me seemed to stop. The longer we stared, the angrier she seemed to get. For a moment, I thought she was going to jump out and hurt me. Or worse.

A ridiculous thought. Even though she hurt me all the time, she wouldn't now. Not the way I saw in her eyes.

Why did she look so angry? Why was she so angry at me?

And why couldn't anybody see that, and make it stop?