So,i now have first hand experience of what it feels like to be on the receiving end.At my house,we have various employees for various reasons.i have no idea why we have that many people lying around.Either way a whole group of people,possibly belonging to a family were hired about two weeks ago.
So,i start with my daily holiday routine of waking up at 10 am,dragged out of bed by my mother who rushes to work soon after informing me the whereabouts of my breakfast which is mainly just carrot juice and a fruit.i find it,find that mango and a knife,get back to my 16 degree celcius room and do the usual-checking my mail etc by my desk.
On the instructions of my claustrophobic mother, i left the front door open to let some cool air come in that may finally help me breathe some fresh healthy air according to her.Around 12pm while i m still at my desk chatting with a friend online,i hear some shuffling noise assuming its my mother returning from work for lunch,i continue my gossiping.then the door opens which is like 5yards away from the chair i m sitting in and my thief who i have never seen before is staring at me.i recover from my initial shock and ask him stupid questions like who are you?/what are you doing here? etc etc.then he walks into my room and tries to shut the door behind him.At this point my senses fully kicked in,and my room just shrunk by ten times its size as i realized how close he was and how quickly he could overpower me. i start screaming like a banshee like every other insane girl.I picked up my phone and picked up the knife i was cutting my fruit with and i started screaming louder,and continued threatening him as well with god knows what.what he didnt know and what i knew was that all my screaming was in vain as i was in the second floor of my house tucked away in a nice little corner and nobody will hear me.Somehow i managed to wave my knife at him and my phone pretending to call people and he slowly retreated out of my room as i started walking towards him.then somemore screaming and he finally starts running down the stairs.i run behind him like a lunatic down the stairs when i see him pull out "my" house keys out of "his" pocket and try to unlock the front door i left open,which is when it completely dawned on me that it was all premeditated and he shut the door behind him and locked the door with a set of duplicate keys he had made,before he came to find me.Pretending to be unnerved by this,i continued giving him directions to open the door right away and get the hell out of my house.What surprised me the most was in between all this he kept addressing me as madam and said he was going to leave.so he fumbled for about 5minutes with the keys,what with all my screaming and howling i think i managed to confuse him the right amount.after which he fled.meanwhile i called the front watchmans cabin on the intercom and instructed them to hold the young man who just ran out of my front door.they managed to catch up with him and hold him until my parents rushed from work.
After a thorough beating from my father and the cops arriving,i was later informed that he was one of our newest employees who apparently even assisted me in my weekly routine of gardening once.i somehow could not recollect his face or having ever seen him before.He happened to be my age,who also hails from a nearby village who came to town to work with his parents during the holidays and to start attending college this year post his summer vacation.What drove him to do what he did,i have no idea.He confessed that he had come to search the house for money and other valuables that may help him "settle"in life.well thats what hes doing now in jail i guess.I still cannot completely get over what could have happened if he didnt leave my room when i waved my little knife at him.My father keeps arguing that the sanest thing to do would have been me running back into my room and closing the door and bolting it instead of running behind him,i have absolutely no idea as to what got into me.Either way,crime is not always committed by the experienced,everyone starts off somewhere.He could have started his not so promising career at it by silencing me when he realised he wasnt alone in the house.It was my little brush with what could have been.Things are definitely not in perspective for me post-trauma like they should me.i m still confused little me.
Oh, i also happened to cast my first vote this year half an hour after the incident.not such a life changing experience either.i just went there with no particular candidate in mind and chose on the spot.and pressed my little blue button.
So,i start with my daily holiday routine of waking up at 10 am,dragged out of bed by my mother who rushes to work soon after informing me the whereabouts of my breakfast which is mainly just carrot juice and a fruit.i find it,find that mango and a knife,get back to my 16 degree celcius room and do the usual-checking my mail etc by my desk.
On the instructions of my claustrophobic mother, i left the front door open to let some cool air come in that may finally help me breathe some fresh healthy air according to her.Around 12pm while i m still at my desk chatting with a friend online,i hear some shuffling noise assuming its my mother returning from work for lunch,i continue my gossiping.then the door opens which is like 5yards away from the chair i m sitting in and my thief who i have never seen before is staring at me.i recover from my initial shock and ask him stupid questions like who are you?/what are you doing here? etc etc.then he walks into my room and tries to shut the door behind him.At this point my senses fully kicked in,and my room just shrunk by ten times its size as i realized how close he was and how quickly he could overpower me. i start screaming like a banshee like every other insane girl.I picked up my phone and picked up the knife i was cutting my fruit with and i started screaming louder,and continued threatening him as well with god knows what.what he didnt know and what i knew was that all my screaming was in vain as i was in the second floor of my house tucked away in a nice little corner and nobody will hear me.Somehow i managed to wave my knife at him and my phone pretending to call people and he slowly retreated out of my room as i started walking towards him.then somemore screaming and he finally starts running down the stairs.i run behind him like a lunatic down the stairs when i see him pull out "my" house keys out of "his" pocket and try to unlock the front door i left open,which is when it completely dawned on me that it was all premeditated and he shut the door behind him and locked the door with a set of duplicate keys he had made,before he came to find me.Pretending to be unnerved by this,i continued giving him directions to open the door right away and get the hell out of my house.What surprised me the most was in between all this he kept addressing me as madam and said he was going to leave.so he fumbled for about 5minutes with the keys,what with all my screaming and howling i think i managed to confuse him the right amount.after which he fled.meanwhile i called the front watchmans cabin on the intercom and instructed them to hold the young man who just ran out of my front door.they managed to catch up with him and hold him until my parents rushed from work.
After a thorough beating from my father and the cops arriving,i was later informed that he was one of our newest employees who apparently even assisted me in my weekly routine of gardening once.i somehow could not recollect his face or having ever seen him before.He happened to be my age,who also hails from a nearby village who came to town to work with his parents during the holidays and to start attending college this year post his summer vacation.What drove him to do what he did,i have no idea.He confessed that he had come to search the house for money and other valuables that may help him "settle"in life.well thats what hes doing now in jail i guess.I still cannot completely get over what could have happened if he didnt leave my room when i waved my little knife at him.My father keeps arguing that the sanest thing to do would have been me running back into my room and closing the door and bolting it instead of running behind him,i have absolutely no idea as to what got into me.Either way,crime is not always committed by the experienced,everyone starts off somewhere.He could have started his not so promising career at it by silencing me when he realised he wasnt alone in the house.It was my little brush with what could have been.Things are definitely not in perspective for me post-trauma like they should me.i m still confused little me.
Oh, i also happened to cast my first vote this year half an hour after the incident.not such a life changing experience either.i just went there with no particular candidate in mind and chose on the spot.and pressed my little blue button.
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