Crossing The Street

It was a late Tuesday night, not so late, but a little too late to be out on a school night. It was around 10:00pm, and I was with some friends eating right across the street from my house. We had eaten delicious and we had a lot of fun talking. We even ended our meal with coffee. Once we were done eating and talking we decided that it was getting very late and that it was time to go home. We were all going to walk to my house and from there each girl would take her separate ways home. All we had to do was cross the street; never in my life would I have thought that in the moment I would walk out of that restaurant to the moment that I would walk right into my building could something bad happen to us. The street was not lonely and it is not an all a sketchy dangerous street, what could even go wrong? We were five girls walking, talking, and laughing. Everything was just fine. My mom had called me in the moment we were crossing the street so we all just paused and waited so that I could hang up, and not get run over by a car because of being distracted. She was kind of annoyed that I was out at that time, but what could happen? I was in front of my house.
Literally two seconds after I had hung up with my mom, a bum started walking towards us. We wanted to cross quickly but we couldn’t because there were cars. We were getting nervous because he kept walking closer and closer to us. We knew we had to get to the other side quickly, but we just didn’t know how. We were in trouble. He got to us. He started asking us for money. We didn’t have change or any extra cash on us. We really did look, because we wanted to give him something so that he could just leave. The bum just kept standing behind us. He didn’t move and we could not move either. We wanted to run, but we couldn’t. We were nervous. This was a young bum that looked so drugged. He could not even keep his eyes focused on us or anything. All of a sudden we noticed that he was reaching into his pocket. He had taken out a pocket knife! He started point it at us and asking us for money. We were so scared. All I could imagine was being stabbed and not even getting hurt by the stab, but hurt because of all the diseases that rusty knife must have had. All I could see were his rolling out of control eyes, and how he couldn’t even speak. He didn’t even know what he was doing or saying. As soon as the street was good to cross I yelled at my friends to cross quickly. We ran. The bum did not even realize that we had left. We just ran fast without stopping straight into my building.
We were so scared, we couldn’t stop shaking. It all happened so fast. What if that bum would have stabbed one of us? That was all I could think. I was in shock. My heart was beating so fast. I had to drink a glass of water to calm down. My friends were also all in shock. We relaxed and calmed down for five minutes and then they all left. We laughed it off at the end. That was a very scary night.