After MidnightA Poem by kaylamy thoughts about something that happened last nightMy dad I drove into our parking spot in our complex down the street. It's a little past midnight and we just finished eating at Denny's. When he stops the care he asks me if I saw those "skinheads" outside. I was confused and told him no, but as I got out the car I knew why. Four men stood out nearby our door, questionable-looking and seemingly high. Two of the men had no shirts on and tattoos all across their chest, and the other two still looked odd, maybe they were high on meth? Whatever their issue, I told my dad, "Whatever you do, don't look at them". He said, "Too late, already did", with a cocky, ego-driven grin. Now my dad is 58 years old and should know that he can't take 4 young men. I told him to get his laptop and such so we could get the hell in the house. I didn't like the situation one bit, and wanting to quickly find a way out. Two of the men went up the stairs and stood directly above us. The other two, the ones with no shirts, looked straight at us. I knew they were mad, probably high on some drugs. As soon as we got inside I locked the door on those thugs. I told my dad, "Don't be a hero", so he called the police. They eventually disappeared and I was glad for the peace. But it made me wonder, what if that had just been me? Walking alone to my door, and those men staring my way? Would I have gotten in the house, or would they be worried of what I had seen? I was wearring a crop top and tight jeans that day. What if I lived alone, would they have found a way in? Could I have called 911 and been saved from them? It's just another realization that this world is not safe, and maybe I should invest in a weapon just incase.
© 2012 kaylaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorkaylaLos Angeles, CAAboutBecoming active on this site again! Originally started my account as teenager, but am a young woman now with hopefully still just as much to say. I write mostly poetry (but occasionally short stori.. more..Writing
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