I came home on August 3rd expecting it to be a normal Monday evening. I was going to play with Ellie for a while, maybe take a nap, and then go grocery shopping. Once I walked in the door...all those plans changed.
I noticed the door was easier to unlock than usual & once inside saw that part of the door frame had been ripped off. It didn't hit me what had happened & at first I wondered why my friend (who was supposed to stop by during the day), had taken apart the door frame. Once I looked over to the TV stand & saw the TV, Wii & Blu-Ray player gone & realized my laptop was also missing from the arm of the couch, I knew what had happened. I had been given a sheet a few weeks before from my apartment complex telling me there had been numerous break ins in the area, and I had been worried about it ever since. I had been robbed while at work that day.
I heard Ellie whining from the bathroom & rushed over to her, so thankful she hadn't been harmed or taken. It hit me immediately how grateful I was that she was ok & kept telling her over & over how glad I was that she was a loud barker, it was probably the reason they didn't enter the bathroom.
I called 911 & told them I had been robbed. I was informed that it wasn't a robbery because I wasn't home, but a burglary. Ok 911, great time to correct someone, I don't care what it's called, just help me! They then told me to call non-emergency. This confuses me, shouldn't an emergency consist of anything that could eventually land someone in jail? Yeah, a cat in a tree...non-emergency, but someone kicking in my door & taking almost everything of monetary value....uh, non-emergerncy? Doesn't sound right to me.
I was kind of in a daze after that, a bunch of people came by; my dad, Angelique, the police to fingerprint, the apartment people to repair my door. The whole time I was in shock that it had happened at all, and even now, 2 1/2 weeks later, it still doesn't seem real.
After that, the happy place I loved to be at & cherished, became a scary place. Everytime I went anywhere I was afraid when I came home that the door would be busted in & they would have come back for Ellie. Lying in bed I would hear noises & jump up, afraid someone was breaking in. I've started to have nightmares about it. Since then I've had an alarm system installed, and it has helped a lot, but I don't think I'll ever feel the same in my apartment, or maybe any home, from now on. I hate them for that, for taking my sense of safety away from me. TVs & laptops can be replaced, but that feeling of being completely safe & secure, it's harder to come by.
I noticed the door was easier to unlock than usual & once inside saw that part of the door frame had been ripped off. It didn't hit me what had happened & at first I wondered why my friend (who was supposed to stop by during the day), had taken apart the door frame. Once I looked over to the TV stand & saw the TV, Wii & Blu-Ray player gone & realized my laptop was also missing from the arm of the couch, I knew what had happened. I had been given a sheet a few weeks before from my apartment complex telling me there had been numerous break ins in the area, and I had been worried about it ever since. I had been robbed while at work that day.
I heard Ellie whining from the bathroom & rushed over to her, so thankful she hadn't been harmed or taken. It hit me immediately how grateful I was that she was ok & kept telling her over & over how glad I was that she was a loud barker, it was probably the reason they didn't enter the bathroom.
I called 911 & told them I had been robbed. I was informed that it wasn't a robbery because I wasn't home, but a burglary. Ok 911, great time to correct someone, I don't care what it's called, just help me! They then told me to call non-emergency. This confuses me, shouldn't an emergency consist of anything that could eventually land someone in jail? Yeah, a cat in a tree...non-emergency, but someone kicking in my door & taking almost everything of monetary value....uh, non-emergerncy? Doesn't sound right to me.
I was kind of in a daze after that, a bunch of people came by; my dad, Angelique, the police to fingerprint, the apartment people to repair my door. The whole time I was in shock that it had happened at all, and even now, 2 1/2 weeks later, it still doesn't seem real.
After that, the happy place I loved to be at & cherished, became a scary place. Everytime I went anywhere I was afraid when I came home that the door would be busted in & they would have come back for Ellie. Lying in bed I would hear noises & jump up, afraid someone was breaking in. I've started to have nightmares about it. Since then I've had an alarm system installed, and it has helped a lot, but I don't think I'll ever feel the same in my apartment, or maybe any home, from now on. I hate them for that, for taking my sense of safety away from me. TVs & laptops can be replaced, but that feeling of being completely safe & secure, it's harder to come by.
