I was walking home after a night out in town; it was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella. It was horrible but I didn’t have the money for a taxi. As I turned onto Oxford Road I saw a man following me, I’d seen him before at the club and now, here he was.
I panicked, I was acting irrationally. It was dark though, and I was drunk; so I ran. I kept running until I was nearly home. That’s when I was mugged.
Two big guys jumped out from the alleyway; they kicked me and pushed me against the wall. I reached for my wallet and phone as the held a knife to my stomach. Terrified, I gave them everything I had.
That’s when the man I thought was following me came round the corner; my attackers ran, they had what they wanted from me. Turns out joe, my saviour, lived in the same accommodation block as me. He helped me home.
So I was wrong, never judge a book by its cover, or a person on first impression.