This was the most terrifying experience of my life. I didn't know if he was trying to kill me or if he had a weapon. He never said a word. If he just wanted my phone and had demanded it, I would have handed it over. No phone is worth my life. I was able to fight him off and I chased after him with some eyewitnesses, but he made it to the waiting car and took off. This is an active investigation and I have been able to identify my attacker in gas station surveillance footage.
I know that this is not my fault but I wish I had trusted my instincts when I saw the car of teenagers cut me off. They didn't look like they lived in my neighborhood and they cut off a pedestrian, which is a faux pas in this area.
I want to share some things that I did that I think saved my life.
I made myself the center of attention. The minute I felt that bastard's hands on me, I started screaming, "Help! He's attacking me!"
I left no doubt about what was happening. Eyewitnesses said it looked like a friend or boyfriend was coming up to give me a hug from behind. But when I started screaming, "He's attacking me!", it became clear that this was no friendly joke. Many people ran towards us, which made him run away. I continued to scream, saying, "Help! That man attacked me!" as I chased him down the street.
I had over 10 eyewitnesses. I'm not sure if this saved my life, but it really helped with the police report. Neighbors sitting on their porches were able to identify the make and model of the car even though they didn't see me get attacked around the corner.
It's been just over a week and I'm still terrified. I spend most of my time in my apartment with my alarm on. I did make it to Regionals this weekend, but I ended up witnessing a robbery so that hasn't helped restore my faith in people.
|Finally got a shower 3 hours later|
|I was wearing a sweatshirt and the beast that attacked me was able to scrape me up this badly.|
|Three days later, I was forced to carry my arm around because it hurt so badly|
|He attacked me from just below my sports bra to below my running shorts waist band|
|Ron and I are both Long Islanders who used to go to CrossFit Hell's Kitchen|
I am extremely blessed that I was able to walk away from this experience alive with no permanent injuries. Please stay vigilant, wherever you call home.