Beatriz Copello
Stalking
“I’m so happy with the money I got from the government, I think I will be able to pay some of my debts. When I get home, I’ll do my sums to see if I can buy the jumper I saw yesterday in Katies. That man seems to be following me, I noticed that if I stop, he stops, if I walk fast he does the same. I will enter the next shop. Good! There is a groceries store. I will walk around pretending to look for something. Hopefully, sick of waiting he’ll be gone. Oh God! He is there, waiting for me. I’ll give him a dirty look. He smiled. The ‘shit’ smiled at me. What does he want? Why is he following me? Mum told me that my skirt was too short. Which made me very angry. I keep telling her that the decency of a women is not measured by the length of her skirt. She keeps insisting that men see us as objects and not to provoke them showing a bit of boob or wearing sexy clothes. She is a woman with such old fashioned ideas. Maybe she is right. He is still behind me, I know, I feel it, he is getting closer and closer. It is getting dark. Oh shit! I need to cross the park soon and usually there are not many people there. He could easily push me into the bushes and rape me. I’m scare. What do I do? What do I do? He may have a gun or a knife. He can cut me to bits. I’m perspiring. My hands are trembling. He is right behind me. I can hear him breathing, my heart is galloping. Do I tell him to piss off? Shall I scream for help? But who will help me, the street is deserted? I’m near the park. Panting! Panting! Scream! Scream! Maybe that scares him off. Oh! Oh! A cab. A cab, thanks god. Stop! Please stop!
