Flickering
Bluelighter
And now there's nothing I can do to fix it and I feel fucking awful.
I was working a night shift at a festival, walking through a crowd, when I saw a grown man punch a little boy in the face. It wasn't a full-forced blow but it was a rough, close-fisted smack.
My first reaction was to intervene immediately, but I gave it a second just in case. Maybe I didn't see what I thought I saw, or I misinterpreted, or something. It happened quickly, and I didn't want to intercede in something that was really nothing.
But, the next thing I knew the guy was grabbing the kid around the waist and the kid was struggling and whimpering.
So, that did it. I strode up to him and shouted "HEY," and he dropped him and turned around.
And he said, glaring at me: "I'm his uncle!"
The boy, who would've been maybe four or five, ran crying to a woman who I presume was his mother, who knelt and hugged him. I glared back at this guy and said, "I don't care, he's a child."
"I'm his uncle," the guy repeated, as though this excused him and I really ought to apologise and back off.
Another man, who looked like he was related (I'm thinking he might've been the father / grandfather) came up and asked what was going on, so I explained that I'd just seen this guy punch a small boy in the face. The man shook his head and said, tone inducing shame, "That's not okay."
And then the kid's uncle and I just stared at each other for a moment, and I wasn't sure what to do. What I wanted to do was beat the living shit out of him, and I'm pretty sure I could've done it. And I'm not saying that was the thing I should've done, but hell, anything would've been better than what I did do. Which was this: I figured the rest of the kid's family was here and it was their business now, they'd sort it out. So I walked away.
About ten seconds later, after the adrenaline wore off a bit and I started to process the whole situation, I realised I should've called the fucking police. Or castigated the guy, goad him into coming at me, then broken both his arms so he wouldn't be able to do that again. Or, well, ANYTHING. But for some reason I just decided it was enough, and... why the hell did I think that?! So now this kid gets to keep on living with his child-abusing uncle and the one chance he had for someone to do something about it, I completely threw away!
When I turned back, they were gone. The regret is fucking killing me. I'm an idiot. It was pure indecisiveness. I was completely capable of resolving the situation but I didn't. I went halfway and then dropped it because I wasn't confident enough, and that's all there is to it, and there are no takebacks, I don't get another try, and I spent the rest of that shift and the train ride reliving the experiencing and bitterly wishing I could. I had to get this off my chest, I'm disgusted with myself. I was caught off-guard by the whole thing, it was a split-second mistake, but that doesn't change that I could've done something and then I just didn't. I feel like shit.
I was working a night shift at a festival, walking through a crowd, when I saw a grown man punch a little boy in the face. It wasn't a full-forced blow but it was a rough, close-fisted smack.
My first reaction was to intervene immediately, but I gave it a second just in case. Maybe I didn't see what I thought I saw, or I misinterpreted, or something. It happened quickly, and I didn't want to intercede in something that was really nothing.
But, the next thing I knew the guy was grabbing the kid around the waist and the kid was struggling and whimpering.
So, that did it. I strode up to him and shouted "HEY," and he dropped him and turned around.
And he said, glaring at me: "I'm his uncle!"
The boy, who would've been maybe four or five, ran crying to a woman who I presume was his mother, who knelt and hugged him. I glared back at this guy and said, "I don't care, he's a child."
"I'm his uncle," the guy repeated, as though this excused him and I really ought to apologise and back off.
Another man, who looked like he was related (I'm thinking he might've been the father / grandfather) came up and asked what was going on, so I explained that I'd just seen this guy punch a small boy in the face. The man shook his head and said, tone inducing shame, "That's not okay."
And then the kid's uncle and I just stared at each other for a moment, and I wasn't sure what to do. What I wanted to do was beat the living shit out of him, and I'm pretty sure I could've done it. And I'm not saying that was the thing I should've done, but hell, anything would've been better than what I did do. Which was this: I figured the rest of the kid's family was here and it was their business now, they'd sort it out. So I walked away.
About ten seconds later, after the adrenaline wore off a bit and I started to process the whole situation, I realised I should've called the fucking police. Or castigated the guy, goad him into coming at me, then broken both his arms so he wouldn't be able to do that again. Or, well, ANYTHING. But for some reason I just decided it was enough, and... why the hell did I think that?! So now this kid gets to keep on living with his child-abusing uncle and the one chance he had for someone to do something about it, I completely threw away!
When I turned back, they were gone. The regret is fucking killing me. I'm an idiot. It was pure indecisiveness. I was completely capable of resolving the situation but I didn't. I went halfway and then dropped it because I wasn't confident enough, and that's all there is to it, and there are no takebacks, I don't get another try, and I spent the rest of that shift and the train ride reliving the experiencing and bitterly wishing I could. I had to get this off my chest, I'm disgusted with myself. I was caught off-guard by the whole thing, it was a split-second mistake, but that doesn't change that I could've done something and then I just didn't. I feel like shit.