Vexatious

So my birthday was a few days ago. I didn't think anything interesting will happen this week. Just like any other week but tonight was different. I caught the later train. Later than usual. All stops. I was wide awake but everyone was dozing. This person caught my eye. Real suspicious type. His posture was slump. Tried to make himself blend in.

However he did a horrible job. He stuck out with his platinum blonde hair and his wide eyes shifting back and forth. I noticed him focusing on people who were asleep. Their bags in particular. He made it clear what his intentions were all about. I was at the ready. Except he moved to the next carriage. I kept alert. He made himself too obvious now. 

The train had stopped and I knew something was wrong. He bolted out with somebody's bag. My first instinct was run. RUN NOW. I guess he didn't suspect me to catch up to him. I couldn't get him but at least he let go of the bag. I guess that's all that really mattered. A part of me seems disappointed that I couldn't of done more. Another thought that was quite the adrenaline rush and the other side was thinking how reckless that was.

What if he had a knife? Was it really worth all that trouble? I just knew I couldn't of just sat there and did nothing. I wanted to make an effect happen. So I did. it was irresponsible but I wanted to make a difference. I guess I did at the cost of my safety. I'm sorry I did that.