
Griever
SN
- May 1, 2025
- 437
I was just out for a walk, headphones in, lost in the music, trying to find a small piece of peace in the chaos of everyday life. I didn't hear her coming - the cyclist. She didn't call out, didn't slow down. Just shoved past me like I was nothing. No warning. No apology. Just force, and then she was gone.
It happened in seconds, but the feeling lingers like a bruise under the skin. Shock, confusion, a deep and bitter sting. It wasn't just the physical push - it was the message it carried: that my presence, my space, didn't matter. That people can be careless, cruel, and keep going without a glance back.
Now I can't stop thinking about it. I replay it in my head, wondering If I did something wrong. But mostly, I just feel crushed - like the world outside has sharp edges I can't protect myself from. I've barely left my bed since. I don't want to walk those streets again. I don't want to face the world. I hate how people move through life without care, and how one moment can shatter your sense of safety.
I used to love walking. Now I just want to disappear.
It happened in seconds, but the feeling lingers like a bruise under the skin. Shock, confusion, a deep and bitter sting. It wasn't just the physical push - it was the message it carried: that my presence, my space, didn't matter. That people can be careless, cruel, and keep going without a glance back.
Now I can't stop thinking about it. I replay it in my head, wondering If I did something wrong. But mostly, I just feel crushed - like the world outside has sharp edges I can't protect myself from. I've barely left my bed since. I don't want to walk those streets again. I don't want to face the world. I hate how people move through life without care, and how one moment can shatter your sense of safety.
I used to love walking. Now I just want to disappear.