Grace Russell

I catch the bus everyday to my work. This one time in the morning I caught the bus just like any other day. This man got into the bus and seated himself on the opposite side of the bus. He must of been in his 50’s or 60’s. I noticed that he kept starring at me. Constantly and whenever I looked at him he wouldn’t stop. He smiled. It was like I owed him something. I noticed that whilst he stared at me his hand was down his pants. Once I noticed this I froze. I wanted to crawl into a ball and never be seen by a man again. I was so scared I couldn’t even look at him or move or do anything. I was so disgusted by him but my body couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted nothing more then to calling him out and yell at him for his discussing behaviour. But I just couldn’t. He was so much older then me and I felt like if I said something that he would hurt me. I wanted someone to see what he was doing. I wanted someone to rescue me because my body wouldn’t move. Nobody saw. My body finally moved and I got up from my seat and sat down at the front of the bus as fast as I could. I felt his eyes on me the entire time. i felt an enormous amount of guilt. Like it was my fault. I wanted to become Muslim so that I could wear a veil and no man could ever think of me as an object ever again. I thought if I told anyone that people would think I was gross and that it was my fault. I haven’t told anyone about this because I don’t want people to associate me with that horrible dirty man. This happened to me when I was 16