I am
- sleep deprived
- suffering from post traumatic stress
- too scared to sleep in my own room
- too scared to walk back to my own house
Our house got broken into on Sunday night at about.. . . 10.54 ish. Me and Nouv were at the kitchen table doing work on our laptops. Then suddenly we saw this figure move and slam on our glass sliding doors. He was trying to get in w/ a screwdriver. And Nouv was screaming at him to get out and sliding/locking the door. It was so scary! When he saw that the screwdriver wasn't working, he took my housemate's bike from outside and tried to slam the sliding doors. We were yelling for them (housemates) to call the police. When the glass door was partially broken, Nouv ran out of the house to get help from the neighbors. =/ I grabbed my laptop and ran out after that too. Gwyn and Nat locked their room doors and called the police.
Nouv banged on our neighbors' door. And when they finally answered (they were sleeping) we saw the car drive off. And when we went back into the house, the glass was shattered, and Nouv's laptop and wallet were gone. And the police came shortly afterwards. They took a statement and then left. Sigh. Church friends came over to provide comfort and well yeah. Sigh... The glass got fixed up. And grills and locks are being installed Tuesday and Wednesday.
Now bunking in at a friend's house. SO scared. =/ I don't think I'll ever feel safe now. =/ Post traumatic stressss! I haven't cried yet. And I think I want to. sigh. really. I need therapy. And this time. I'm not kidding. =.=
Dear God. You're still in control. Please grant us all a peace of mind. I'm gonna trust you.