At Seven Months Pregnant, I Was Attacked On The Tube. No One Helped Me.
Although there weren't any cameras watching, I can still see it from all angles. He had tattoos. He had a red, bulging, Frankenstein's monster-esque scar on his neck. He didn't look healthy. He didn't look safe. I should have moved carriages. I should have moved when he started to shout, but my stop was the next one.