Thank you Dennis M.

Could an attacker be the rescuer? Can a person so drugged up still save the life of someone, costing him his own?
I wish I knew.
I was 16 years old.
Walking home from work, I worked at Cable-Vision in Boston MA. after school.
I was on my street.
A strange looking truck with a flap back drove slowly beside me. It was a small and narrow street so it didn't bother me how slow the struck was.
The truck suddenly came to a stop, the flap was pulled up and a few teenage boys jumped out of the truck in front of me.
I really had no time to react, within seconds I was thrown in to the truck, I was surrounded by young men, I was held down. They pinned me down on my back, a couple of them sat on my arms and hands. My legs were being held. I could not move. I could only see, but it was very dark. I looked from face to face, they looked so scary, I cannot describe the glow of their eyes but it surpasses any scary movie I've ever seen.
I prepared myself to die, I knew there was no way I was leaving this truck alive, not after seeing their faces.
I looked up at the person sitting at my head. He looked down at me. But he wasn't smiling, I saw his eyes, his beautiful eyes, blue eyes like the sea, it was Dennis. I went to middle school with Dennis. I had a huge crush on him. I hardly recognized him, he looked so different, he was very drugged and scruffy.
I spoke his name but it was muffled because of the hand over my mouth.
I begged him with my eyes. I stayed with his eyes. If I had to die, I'll die looking at those eyes.
He said something, but I wasn't sure what. The others didn't like it what ever it was he said.
There was a short fight, and he said it again only a lot louder and meaner, "let her go". I think I heard something about "she won't say anything, I know her, I know where she lives", seconds later I was thrown out of the back flap, I dusted myself off and walked home...
Thank you Dennis...
I want to add that around that time several girls bodies were being found, raped and murdered near and around my old neighborhood.

12 going on nearly dead

I don't like to remember this.
I don't much want to think about it.
My life was very affected by this still I will make a long story short.
I was 12, as innocent a girl as anyone could imagine. Dolls, cute dresses, daydreaming about being a princess, yes, even at 12, I was a slow bloomer.
I was walking home from school.
Someone threw a small liquor bottle at the back of my head.
I kept walking, holding on to a soda can.
Another bottle was thrown at me, I turned around and saw two boys, skin color doesn't matter to me but yes they were black boys. One was on a bicycle and one was on foot.
I tried to ignore them but the boy on the bicycle rode his bike up to me and cut me off with his front wheel.
I was taken aback, "if that makes any sense" my arms went up to avoid being crushed between my body and his.
My soda can spilled a little on the boy. Boy the size of a large man.
I don't know what happened, how I ended up on a busy road with traffic stopped being beaten over and over and over and over.
I looked up pleadingly, I couldn't speak, the kicks to my back, my side, my head were coming so fast I couldn't do anything to protect myself.
I heard his friend plead with him to stop, but when I looked up I saw that I was a circus. A circle of people were just standing there, a whole group of people who could have helped me were just standing there, just watching him beat on me, on a 12 year old kid!
It went on for what seemed forever.
Finally someone, not of the circle of idiots, someone from a store nearby called out, he must have mentioned police or something because the boy got on his bicycle and rode off.
I don't know how I made it home.
No one came to my aid
I got home, some how unlocked the door, some how called my mom, and I remember nothing after that.
Only weeks of police, lawyers, being humiliated at school when I could go back, still black and blue.
My hair was cut funny because it had to be removed from my swollen eyes. I couldn't see, I hurt everywhere.
Millions of questions, being pulled out of classes for interviews with more and more police.
Pictures, I can't go on, I'm too upset.
I have a daughter now and the one thing I promise to myself is that she goes to learn some martial arts, to learn how to protect herself. My daughter can chose everything else, I will never force her other things that she doesn't want, but I need to know that she could protect herself.
Unlike the circle of idiots, I never stand aside and let the weak be beaten on.  Not people, not animals, nothing.
I will jump in and attack if I must, but I will not be a standing idiot letting a poor child be beaten near death while I watch. I should have sold tickets.
Those ---------, idiots!!!!!!!
I realize now that what hurt more than anything was not the one boy beating on me, not the pain from the beating, but the way in which I could trust no one to save me. Having no faith in people can become very lonely. I am glad, now, to know that there are people who would come to my rescue but for years I felt very alone.

Listen to Children, (body bags)

I was very young, I loved to walk with my dog Putsie along the beach but Putsie must have been sick, I don't remember, but I was alone this day.
I walked the beach, it was a stormy day. I was cold and I was bored but the beach was my friend and I had nothing better to do.
My walk took me towards one of the many brick dump sites, a large tunnel that spilled its repulsive smelling body wastes in to the sea. But it was cold and I decided to hide in it to warm myself up.
Inside the tunnel there was a man. An older man, he came towards me all smiles and hugged me. I didn't feel so happy about being touched.
He offered me money if I would go deeper into the tunnel with him. I gave him a funny look and he pulled out a large sum of money and smiled.
"I was little, all I saw was how much candy I could buy with that cash. I was not exactly from a rich family, well let's say, pretty damn poor, single mother, etc."
Anyway, I went further in to the tunnel, but I didn't feel good about it, I felt pretty scared. He saw it and wanted to grab hold of my arm. I quickly handed him the money, "which I regret till this day" I think it must have stunned him momentarily because his grip was loosened. I apologized, "god knows why" and ran for my life.
Only once I was out of the tunnel did I start to cry. I ran and ran until I saw a policeman on the beach.
I ran panting towards him, he smiled at me and picked me up. I told him about the man in the tunnel.
He didn't believe me. He never went to check on it, he just told me to go home.
I couldn't believe that this policeman just brushed me off like that.
I don't remember much of what happened when I got home. I'm sure I told my mom.
All I know is that a couple of days later I heard from horrified people and on the news that several bags were found in the sea. Each bag had parts, body parts of a little girl.
That little girl could have been me.
I knew that it was that man, but no one ever listened to me.

Putsie

I saw a large truck stop outside my house. Two men got out of the truck and walked over to the back of the truck. They pulled out what looked like a tan rug, but it cried out in pain. They tossed the tan rug, which ended up being a dying wolf, in to the middle of the road, got in their truck and drove off.

All City Dance Co.

A friend begged me to go with her to our school dance auditions. I really didn't want to go. I had no clue about dancing.

Iron and Chains

I was 19 years old.
My army buddy and I had the night off so we decided to go clubbing.
She was very popular in the area, I was new there.
We both looked pretty hot and we were both just happy to have some free time away from the uniforms and commanding officers.

England; The House

It was late evening, it was dark out, it was cold, I was in England visiting an uncle.