As blood poured I thought I was going to die

I was 16 when it happened. It was years ago yet when I think about
it the memories come flooding back as real and solid as the seat I am
seating on.
I have never felt such fear sinch. It was like the fear a character in
a scary movies feels but this was real.
It 9.300PM. I have left the YMCA and am walking along the street to
catch the bus home. I'm a few yard from the bus stop when suddenly
someone appears beside me.
He's about the same age as me and shorter. He stares at me with a
sinister grin on his face. His smile reminds me of someone out of a
horror film. You know the half mad axeman.

I feel frightened. I think 'this guy is a nutter'. I feel fear in my
stomach. Inwardly I say to myself. 'Keep calm, keep calm, act
naturally'
I stop at the bus stop and go wait under the shelter. He follows me and
stands opposite me with the same sinister grin.
'Where are you from?' He asks.
I try and keep calm. I hope if I talk to him nothing will happen.
'Merstham'
'You liar'
Why would I lie'
Cause you are'
Some people may say I should have told him to mind his own business, to
fuck off and not be so stupid. But they weren't there, they did not see
the look in his eyes.
I thought keep him talking, as long as he is talking he may not do
anything else.
'If you are lying to me I will fucking beat you'
I not lying. Look come with me if you don't believe me then you will
see where I live'
'There is that I suppose. I have got loads of women, have you?
'No'
'You wouldn't'.
'Anyway' he said 'I still don't believe you live in Merstham'.

He nutted me, that means used his forehead to hit me on the noise. He
did it again and again. Now I was really terrified. His face and eyes
were full of hate and madness. I have never since that look before or
since.
He keeps on and on battering my nose with his head. I too frightened to
fight back. Not really built for it anyway. Its like he is not going to
stop. I seriously start to wonder if he is going to stop or is he going
to kill me.
By this stage blood is pouring from my nose covering my coat.

A large man with a German Shepherd dog walks by. A women is standing at
the bus stop.' Can you call the police!' I scream at them. They look
and me. The man carries on walking and the women walks away.

He looks at me. 'You want to call the police! 'I'm from borstal, I ve
got a knife in my pocket, I could stab you before the cops get
here'.
He start battering me again. ' You don't live in Merstaham' he
shouts.
Now I just feel fear. I have no idea how long this is going to go on
for, if he is going to stop, and if I am going to die here like this,
battered in a lonely bus stop, all alone.
I scream' I swear I'm from Merstham'
I don't believe you'
He batters me again.
'What have I done to you'
'Nothing ' he says with a smile.

Then the miracle happens. A policecar stops on the other side of the
road. He jumps back and shouts don't tell the fuzz.
For a second nothing happens. I think the police are going to drive
away. I wave at them and they drive over.
He runs. They jump out of the car and chase after him. For a few
minutes I am alone. It just me and the police car. I feel such a sense
of relief. I just can't explain it. I have never felt such a sense
since.

A few minutes later the police come back with him. He struggles with
them as they put him in the back of the police car. He shouts at the
police. 'He hit me first copper'.
Then in the back of the policecar he starts crying!

Another police car is called and I an taken to hospital and then
home.
The next day the police come to my house and explain that he has
escaped from borstal and had a thing about his height. He won't be
charged with anything just sent back to Borstal.

Looking back on it three things stay in my mind, the look on his face,
the people who ignored my cries for help and my relief at the police
car stopping. Now when I hear people criticise the police I think back
to that night and how the police were the only ones to help me.