Yesterday the newspaper showed pictures from a woman was murdered while waiting in their car outside of a friend’s house. The tragedy struck home for me because I live right down the street from the crime scene and heard loud screams.
It was 3:46 a.m. I was awakened by the sound of a woman crying out in need of help. Half asleep, I thought that I was still dreaming. I laid in bed for another thirty seconds and heard in again. I jumped out of my bed to head over to the window but then thought, “It’s probably nothing. My car is in the garage tonight.” It wasn’t until I heard the media’s chatter this morning that I realized something horrible had taken place.
Apparently the woman was waiting for her friend to come out of the house so that they could go out dancing. A witness, who remains anonymous, says he saw a man wearing all black approach the car and bang on the window. “Get out of the car,” is what the witness says he heard. Unwilling to be carjacked in the middle of the night, the woman refused to get out. It was then that things went South.
The man allegedly broke the window and the woman screamed. He then took out a knife and stabbed her one time; apparently that was enough to end things. The woman’s friend, who says that she was preoccupied with others things and heard nothing, came out minutes later to find her friend bloodied and nearly dead. The woman died en route to the hospital.
I know that you are probably saying, “Why didn’t the anonymous tipster call the police? How could the friend not hear all of the noise?” The real question is: Why did I do nothing? Why did I, Adam Dong, leap out of bed only to decide that the scene had nothing to do with me and, hence, didn’t deserve my attention? I could have at least told police where the guy went if not saved the woman altogether. What is wrong with me? What is wrong with our world?