I am laying in bed wide awake as I cannot stop thinking about a young woman I saw this evening whilst on my way home from work.
She was absolutely wasted drunk, swaying all over the place, could barely put one foot in front of the other and was leaning against a wall practically asleep.
I’d just come out of work and the last bus home was 1 minute away, as it pulled up and everyone was getting on, I noticed a guy watching this woman and walking very slowly passed her, I hesitated before getting on the bus but saw he had gone far enough away to not look too suspicious, so I got on the bus.
As the it drove off I saw him approaching her and I felt sick to my stomach, jumped off the next stop and ran back down the road at which point they had both gone.
I am so worried about what might have happened to her and feel so guilty that my own need to get home clouded my judgement of the situation and that I definitely should not have got on that bus.
I ended up having to walk home as I didn’t have enough money for an Uber or another bus, so equally put myself in danger.
It’s just really playing on my mind and I hope and pray that she got home safely.