White Women In Private Spaces

If only I had brought my cell phone. Not bringing it to class was the worst thing I had done to this point in my life. To think that doing something nice like not bringing my cell to class was going to cost me my life.

I have to walk faster, but I can’t make it look like I’m as hysterical as I am, because there is always the possibility that he’ll give chase. He is only a block, maybe 2 behind me, and I’m sure that he could catch me if I ran. I’m wearing my heels; he would totally catch me, black or not. All black people are fast runners. It’s in their blood , Jesus, what’s in mine? Maybe that’s what he wants to find out. Oh god. I need to speed up.

Nancy was walking to her dorm, from the library, late on a Saturday night. She expected the streets to be deserted, it was not only late, but all her friends would be out and about partying, and not be back until morning. She thought about the fun she would have been having if she had gone to the party instead of studying for the class.

She passed a man, leaning on one of the school’s surrounding walls, and was a bit intrigued by him at first; an attractive man, in his twenties with a large, muscular, body with a calm look to his face. She noted it mainly because of the contrast between him and the near white wall. He caught her eye for a moment and watched her as she passed. It was clear he had no intention to talk to her.

Why is he still back there? I don’t know what to do. If I had my cell phone I could call the police or maybe someone close to join me. I’m never doing this again. I’m gonna bring my cell no matter the class.

He was clearly a stalker. She noted the exact moment when he kicked off the wall and began his pursuit. He was a “safe” distance behind his prey. He followed with his eyes down, his body looking relaxed, his hands in the pockets of his army jacket.

He’s holding a knife, or gun. Normal people don’t walk with their hands in their pockets as fast as we are.

She glanced down at her arms to confirm that she had the proper swing and sway in her arms. She did, and felt as though she had confirmed her hypothesis.

Her imagination raced. She saw him running up from behind her, slipping a cold piece of metal into her back and disappearing into the night. She could almost feel the notches on the back side of his blade as they hook her bones and feel the futile effort of her attempted scream as she jumped back into reality. Her mind, although it was in control, was obviously receiving too much oxygen from her exhausting heart. Her beats were no longer a rhythm, they became a hum.

With every new thought about how he would silence her she became more and more conscious that she was speeding up. Before she knew it she was in a jog.

I can’t die this way. I can’t; I won’t let him take me like this.

She glanced over her shoulder, to see the man had stopped following her and was crossing the street to go away from her. The warm tears streaming down her face brought her back to reality. She came to a stop, and watched as his monstrous figure turned a corner and began a long trek to another dorm building. She watched his two arms and two legs, torso and head shrink as he left her field of view.

A fleeting thought that he would be changing his target appeared, for a moment. She felt like she had ruined someone. She began to cry then, and it didn’t end until she was back in her dorm room.

When she was asked what was wrong by her room mate not a word was said. Nancy was too embarrassed to tell any person that she had judged a man as she had.