A need for help, Ignored.

Pastor said "All form * go down for fellowship later."

He later grabbed my hand and said "Angeline,are you joining us later?"

I replied "I'm afraid I can't find transport hone."

He said "Sure there would be, just ask around."

So I joined the fellowship.

After the fellowship, I helped pastor packed the food.

Then the thing I hated the most to think of every Sunday.

"How am I going home?"

So I called my mom and she said "Walk home, you can get some exercise too, I'm too lazy to come out and fetch you again." So I said "But it's too hot."

She said "Nevermind, exercise a little."

So I made another attempt at asking my friend.

She called her dad and I thought she was helping me ask for transport.

But no. She said "The car is pack, you think can fit meh?"

And so I gave up. I walked home.

I've walked a few times and I reached home safely.

So I thought "Maybe another time."

I prayed to God, I prayed for His protection, I asked Him to send His angels.

But at the back of my mind I was thinking "Why rush home so fast?There's still people in the cafe."

But still, I continued walking.

Walking out I could see cars passing by.

Cars with people I knew inside.

I thought "Maybe one could offer to fetch me."

But no. No one.

Then I continued walking.

I passed an African man, even that caused my heart to pound.

Then I passed a group of Indonesians, that made me panic.

I quickly reached for my phone.

I called my mom and said "I'm afraid. I passed a group of Indonesians."

Then she said "Nevermind. Continue walking."

I hung up the phone. Confused whether to be angered by her laziness and carelessness or to be afraid of strangers that I might bump into."

Walking towards the entrance of the almost deserted road to my apartment.

Suddenly I could see a guy on the motor looking at me and slowing his pace.

And then he stopped and turned around.

The guy on the motor was riding pass me but head turned around to look at me. 

My heart was pounding, my throat was dry.

I called my mom again. "She said continue walking."

So I continued walking and walking then slowly walking faster.

I could see the guy on the motor turning back.

I was afraid, almost crying. Hands trembling.

I could see cars passing by so I raised my hand.

Hoping for someone to stop.

Then another passed by, I raised my hands.

No one stopped. I could see the guy on the motor turning around again from behind.

Another couple on the motor coming in another direction.

I raised my hand hoping for them to stop.

My heart crying for help.

But no one stopped.

So the guy in the motor was out of sight.

But the fear of him returning made me run.

I ran and ran. My sandles were slipping.

Then I saw this old man plucking some flowers.

And my heart calmed down a little.

I walked up the shortcut up my house.

The road up was slippery, I almost fell back.

Then,tears began to flow.

Crying and crying.

Passing the guard house, I managed to wave at the guards.

Tears flowing. Never was I so scared before.

The distance from my church to my house is not far apart.

A maximum of 10 minutes to walk.

People always say "It's such a short distance just walk."

But anything could happen within that short distance.

I thank God I'm still alive.

But I'm raged at how no one offered any help.

Then my mom called she said laughing "Are you very scared?".

So I hung up and unplug the phone.

I'm now very angered and still trembling from that experience.

So I'll never walk home from church again.

And I'll never walk to church again.

Never walking anywhere alone again.

You might think "Cheh. Like that only?"

Well then.

Try being in my shoes during that time.

Bye.