There were explosions, screams, the adrenaline was pumping through my body, heart hammering so fast I honestly feared it was gonna burst at any second. Why I had no thought for my own safety, fuck knows. I don’t think I was able to think of anything at the time, if that makes any sense. There was just too much going on… Sensory overload, is that what it’s called?
Anyway, some instinctive mob sense of security was probably at play – that’s the only explanation I have for adhering to the crowd so tightly. Mind you, I kinda had to since if I’d tried to go anywhere else they’d have trampled me to death without so much as looking down at their feet.
I’d long since lost Danny – a small part of me worried for him, but mostly I was of the mindset that if a weedy wimp like me was still breathing, a big ol’ black beauty like him would be just fine. I was convinced that an athletic 6’2 behemoth must be invincible if a tiny princess like me can navigate the chaos with relatively little difficulty.
It still haunts me to think…as I was hurtling through the streets on that…stampede…Danny was in that gutter. There is nothing I could’ve done, his family have insisted that time and time again, they’ve been so wonderful…but that doesn’t lessen the guilt. Doesn’t stop me seeing his face at night. Doesn’t stop me hearing him crying out, begging me to help him.
Solidarity, brothers & sisters…≈