robotscrushheart

we talked about kitty gianovese in my psych class today...and it brought up a memory i've been trying to hide for a while now....

about 2 years ago i was driving home, i think from my friend alex's house. it was late at night and i was driving pretty fast on the highway as there were no other cars around. i started going up a hill and i looked ahead and to the right because i noticed a car pulled over to the side of the road with its hazard lights on. then i looked straight in front of me...
in the road, there was a woman being dragged by the hair by a large man back to the car. her shirt was torn. she was screaming. she was crying. she was kicking and clawing at the road, trying to escape.
i almost hit the both of them. i had to swerve out of the way to avoid hitting them.... but i didn't stop..... i was too shocked and scared.
i think about that moment a lot. i think about her nails scraping the asphalt and it makes me feel sick to my stomach. i think about how i may have witnessed the last moments of that girl's life and i didn't do a thing to stop it.