Watch Out For Creeps

Writing this post is the last thing I want to do right now. I’ve been pushing the thoughts out of my head all day. Not thinking about things, that’s what I’m good at. I am such a forgetful and oblivious person. Now that I am writing it, the tears have come back. I didn’t cry until my cousin did. That’s because I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t know what to think. I can barely figure out how to write this post. The more I think of it, the less I want to, but the more I know I should.

Last night I went grocery shopping with my cousin. There was a creep following us thru the store. I barely noticed, because I’m me. We get to the checkout line and the guy is still following us, while “adjusting his zipper”. He walks by me and touches my butt. I get annoyed and freaked out. My cousin is even more so. She is more like a big sister; she’s always protected me. She knew what he did, while I was still oblivious to the fact that he had wiped something on me. We go to the service desk and complain about this person, he walks back thru the store and seems to be looking for us. We get someone to walk us to the car, and we go back to her house where I change into a pair of her pants.

Woke up this morning and got ready for school (which turned out to be pointless, since we ended up with a snow day). Dani, my cousin, couldn’t sleep last night. She got to work and broke down thinking of what could have happened. It could have been a little kid. She thinks of the things I refuse to. She works with my mom, so she told my mom. Then she comes to my house and tells me that we need to go talk to the police. She explains to me all of her fears and the nightmares she had. I break down and cry. I feel so selfish. Sure, I’m okay, but what if that creep goes after a little kid next time?

So my parents, my cousin, and I went to the police today. I feel more freaked out about this now than I did last night. I am okay, until it comes to talking about it. It’s one of those things I just want to forget about and move on. Having everyone worry about me is not something I like. I don’t like needing people to protect me, or trying to be nice because I’m ‘fragile’. Then, time and time again, whenever something goes wrong- that is what happens.

This is not something anyone wants to think about, especially this close to the holidays. I am only posting this for the same reason I went to the police today. To make sure some creep doesn’t hurt some little kid next time. Many of you, my blog friends, have children. I do not want to see one of you posting that some creep went near your kid.