Well, Another Chapter Of My Life Has Been Finished
Every once in a while in my life, I feel as if something has been finished. I call these points in my life chapters of my whole timeline. I felt a chapter being completed when I walked into my house yesterday.
I walked into my house last night around 10:30PM. The kitchen looked just like it was the last night and I headed for the living room to go feed my fish. My dad's room was right outside the living room and as I passed his doorway, I noticed that his room was different.
The sheets had been ripped off. The drawers were all open, revealing their contents. Clothes were piled up at the end of the bed and the closet had been opened and looked through. Everything was chaos.
I looked into the other rooms and found the same situation. All the drawers open, clothes scattered about the floor. Literally everything had been searched. My dad then shouted to us, "Don't move and don't touch anything!" I got truly worried now and realized that we had been robbed.
I finally came into the living room. By far it was the cleanest room out of the whole thing. But it had the most valuable item stolen. Our TV. It was just one. The stand where it stood on was strangely empty and it took some time for my eyes to get adjusted to what I would be seeing for quite a while.
My dad checked out how the robbers got in, for it was impossible they got in through the back (we had just come from the back ). They must have got in through the first floor. When we went down to investigate, we discovered that the door knob had been almost ripped off. Nevertheless, it was still broken and the door was open. The main doors were also unlocked, but showed no sign of break in, so they had to have come in from the first floor.
I would finally end up calling 911, where the dispatcher would give me another number to call. What could I do? I called the number and was put on hold until an attendant would pick up.
After what seemed like eternity (it was about 30 minutes, take or give a few), a female voice picked up. I quickly told the woman that we had been robbed and I gave details about the robbery and just identity certification things. When she was done with the questions, she said that she would send a policeman to our house.
Just a few minutes later, my mom came home. She had not heard of the news and I could almost see the disbelief on her face when my dad told her. My mom rushed to her bedroom and I finally saw that my prediction of how all the rooms were in the same state was incorrect.
The room was literally horrifying. There was a huge mass of clothes on the floor, the small drawers had their contents spewed out as usual and several suitcases were on the bed, empty. My mom looked forlornly at the mess. I felt an urge not to tell her to touch anything in case to preserve evidence, but I couldn't help resisting the urge when she picked up her clothing and silently thought.
Pretty soon the two ladies who rented came back home. Well, at least one of them. We were aware of her presence when she rapped on the open door leading to the first level. My dad and my mom explained the situation and they stepped into the living room of the first floor.
After a while, I noticed a police car parked outside and I wondered furiously why the police officer was not coming. When he finally came, I had certain doubts about him.
He didn't seem like he was very confident about himself. He spoke in what seemed like a timid voice for a police officer and I don't know if it was purposeful, but he didn't bother to preserve ANY of the evidence.
We first checked out the first floor and after checking out the garage, we concluded that they couldn't have come through the garage. So how did they get in?
Just to tell you, nothing was changed in the bottom floor, which is quite weird. Well, everything except one little piece of evidence. In one of the rooms, there were black marks on the wall, showing that the robbers had slid in. And they were professional. They wore gloves (they slid down on their hands) and knew how to get in. They also knew that we were not home between 11:00AM and 10:30PM.
We ended up losing many things. From the TV to money to priceless valuables.
As when anything traumatic happens in life, you can't help feeling that you could have stopped it somehow. I feel this way. I still remember the shock of walking into the rooms and seeing the chaos. I remember when my mom discovered that she had lost her jewellery and tokens that could never be replaced. I just felt heart broken when I saw my mom sit on the stairs when she found out about her lost valuables.
I didn't want to sleep in the house tonight. More that I was disgusted that people had invaded our privacy than the fact that I was scared. I can't believe I can feel this way about my own house. They didn't only steal away items of value, but they also stole away my privacy and a lot of other things that are invaluable to me.
Thanks For Reading And I'll See You Next Post
Hopefully tomorrow I'll be feeling better, but today I'm sure to be a 0. They stole my feelings, my money, basically all the things that they thought were valuable. Fortunately though, they didn't steal the things that mean more than money and valuables.
"If only the people that were wanted in the world lived, then there would be far less people in the world." - The Boy And The Samurai (this quote might not be exactly true, but you get it)
