A Perfect Day
You get up on a Monday morning.. You brush your teeth, get ready, put on some good music while blow drying your hair – setting it the perfect way, wear your favourite pair of jeans and enjoy scrambled eggs! You humm along the music.. Dancing your way to the kitchen, you kiss your mum goodbye and there you are – heading out towards the bus stop! You glance at your watch, ohh.. plenty-a-time! Your fish out your ear phones from your satchel and walk towards the stop.. Hmm… Seems to be a good day – nice and bright (maybe you’ll get to see the cute guy from the neighbourhood.. ). Here comes the bus, you get in with the rest of the people.. Bryan Adams saves you from the hustle of the crowd around. The conductor comes, you pay for the ticket and look out the window, nodding your head to the beat of the music… There’s something between your legs. A hand, pressing into the inner part of your thighs.. You suddenly turn around, and with a jerk you push past people to the front of the bus, your heart hammering in your chest. You’ll get down at the next stop. What the fuck. There is a disgusting sensation under the zipper of your favourite jeans.. You take deep breaths, disgust combined in equal proportions with nausea washing over your body. You wait impatiently for the bus to stop, the music just a blur in your ears now.
Tears start to prickle at the back of your eyes… and you peer outta the window, blinking rapidly, to avoid eye contact with anyone.. Finally, the bus stops. You get out, sobs racking your body. You want to go back home, but you got an important lecture that you can’t miss. You hail an auto, and head to college.
This post is a tribute to eve-teasers and sexual abusers. Now you know how we feel.
“A Perfect Day”