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I am so sorry I stood there.

I was at our local mall with my friends, an average evening. We wee laughing and having fun until something caught my eye. 

I heard yelling, I heard physical contact. 

"Get up stupid b*tch" I heard.

A man, attacking a woman.

I didn't do anything to stop this.

He called you names

All I did was stand by and laugh with my friends, pretending i had not seen anything.

I am not usually quiet, I speak my mind, but I was in shock. Nothing surfaced.

I was stuck where I was.

The only thing in my mind was, yell at him, help the woman!

But i was not able to get anything out.

My selfish instinct was to protect myself, and not help a woman who was being beaten.

The only thing i felt was remorse, I was trying to scream I'm sorry, but i didn't realize it was in my head.

Only now am i able to come up with possible endings to the scenario if i had said anything. Only now am i able to think of things i could have said.

You walked away from him, standing strong. He angrily walked toward his car and drove off.

You were probably expecting, or at least hoping, for a good samaritan to come along and save you, and I was hoping to be that person, but i was weak. I am weak, a coward.. I am not strong.

I never saw you after that, but before I left with my friends, I saw you sitting down on the curb, crying, and i wish i was crying with you.

I often tried to blame my instincts. Thinking it was good i didn't interfere. Sometimes I felt like there was nothing I could do, but those were excuses.

I only feel regret now, i think about you every day.

I am not sure where you are, but i hope you left him. I hope you are safe and sound, independent or with someone else. Someone who treats yo right.

And, i hope you forgive me for what I did, or rather, did not do.

I hope that he didn't hurt anyone else you loved. I hope that he is gone now. But that is all i can do now.... Hope

I wanted to do more than just hope, i wanted to take action.

Once again, i am sorry, and i hope you will forgive me. If i ever come across you again.

If I do, i will not recognize you, at least i hope i won't.

Why? I do not want to recognize a bloody, bruised, beaten face. All i could see was she had beautiful blonde hair.

If you are ever in a situation like this, please don't hesitate to take action. Help whoever is being abused. Call the police... Please do not be  like me. Please be like what i hoped i would have done.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 10, 2017 ⏰

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