Ch. 4: Security

“OK, OK, let me get you some water, do you want me to call 911? Who was he? What did he look like?” Jessica was frantic, running around, terrified for me.

She was more shaken up than I was. Sure, an old bum who was probably homeless almost raped me. It’s horrifying I know. But all I could think about was that other guy.

“It’s okay, I’m okay Jess. Settle down. Nothing happened really.” I was sitting on the couch hitting the cushion like you would a pet to get it to sit down.

“Nothing happened, are you crazy? You were almost raped and killed! On campus, too!” She started to panic, talking a million miles an hour. “Oh my god, I can’t be here. I don’t feel safe anymore. What if somebody tries to get me? I’m sure they will since they got you—“

“Hey!”

“I’m sorry, I’m just totally, like, freakin’ out right now.”

Yes, she was freaking out and it was starting to freak me out. She needed the hospital more than I did.

She sat down after she had been pacing back and forth for twenty minutes. Calming down with each breath. She wasn’t at all concerned about the guy that saved me. He’s all I wanted to talk about.

Who was he? Was he one of those taggers? Or just some pedestrian? Whoever he was, I was going to find him. I needed to at least thank him for practically saving my life.

Leaving the campus security office the next morning, I was in a mission. While in the office they were surprised I had come in and gave them answers to their big campus mystery.

They had found the old man later that night. He was homeless and was in the ICU as I spoke to them. Apparently, he claimed that some punk kid in black had jumped him. When they told me where they found him, I knew it he was it, so I told them why I had come to see them.

Most of the eight officers in the room were shocked but two of them were red-faced and angry. Angry for being duped by this old, disgusting man and embarrassed for actually feeling sorry for him. I told them they should leave the mystery man who saved my life alone. But they told me they would take care of it. They then asked if I was okay and if I needed to see a doctor.

I was fine except for a few bumps on my head from where he punched me. I’m lucky he was a bit frail, otherwise I’d probably have to see a doctor in case I had a concussion. But I felt fine.

The officers also had called over a counselor for me to talk to. I told her I didn’t need any help, and after a long pause, she offered to give me the day off, giving me a three-day weekend since it was Friday.

I now had all day to find this mystery person. I remember the baggy black clothes and long dark hair. I had barely seen his face in the dying, orange street lamp, but I remember his facial structure. His face was sculpted to where there was no fat. He kinda resembled Kurt Cobain from the 90s band Nirvana. I remember he sounded like him. He just had dark hair instead of dirty blonde.

I was going to find him.