Last night I heard a woman screaming for help
I heard the noise from my bedroom window Startled,
I jumped out of bed and yelled ‘Mother did you hear that?’
‘Hear what?’
‘I just heard a woman screaming for help!’
Her silence penetrated me as she said nothing……
Except to add… ‘Get away from the bedroom window before someone sees you! You were probably having a terrible dream; besides you had the television on so loud...it could have been any numbers of sounds you heard Close the curtain…before someone from this neighbourhood recognises you!’
For a split second I convinced myself that I imagined it all
But I am haunted by her scream…what if Mother is wrong?
Everyone knows it’s unsafe to walk the streets of East London....in the middle of the night.
East London...hugs me and comforts me with its daylight but swiftly becomes desolate at nights
I can’t take it anymore…so I called 999 and confessed to what I heard
Only now I can’t shake her disturbing scream, which is fixated in my mind
But
Who is she really?
What is she doing walking so late...all alone in the dark?
I try to fall asleep but I can’t shake her cry for help
That night I slept with my curtains drawn and the lights on
In my dream I heard her screaming ‘someone help me’ Then like a cold breeze blowing in the wind… She was gone….
I heard the noise from my bedroom window Startled,
I jumped out of bed and yelled ‘Mother did you hear that?’
‘Hear what?’
‘I just heard a woman screaming for help!’
Her silence penetrated me as she said nothing……
Except to add… ‘Get away from the bedroom window before someone sees you! You were probably having a terrible dream; besides you had the television on so loud...it could have been any numbers of sounds you heard Close the curtain…before someone from this neighbourhood recognises you!’
For a split second I convinced myself that I imagined it all
But I am haunted by her scream…what if Mother is wrong?
Everyone knows it’s unsafe to walk the streets of East London....in the middle of the night.
East London...hugs me and comforts me with its daylight but swiftly becomes desolate at nights
I can’t take it anymore…so I called 999 and confessed to what I heard
Only now I can’t shake her disturbing scream, which is fixated in my mind
But
Who is she really?
What is she doing walking so late...all alone in the dark?
I try to fall asleep but I can’t shake her cry for help
That night I slept with my curtains drawn and the lights on
In my dream I heard her screaming ‘someone help me’ Then like a cold breeze blowing in the wind… She was gone….
Copywrite Kia Storm
By Kia Storm published by Stories from the Streets: http://www.storiesfromthestreet.com/wordpress/2009/10/01/my-bedroom-window/
By Kia Storm published by Stories from the Streets: http://www.storiesfromthestreet.com/wordpress/2009/10/01/my-bedroom-window/
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