...life's unpleasant surprise.
You know how people say "Oh my gosh. Last night was the worst night of my life," or "I've never been so scared in my life." Well I can honestly say that those two statements were 100% COMPLETELY true for me Thursday night. It wasn't the worst night because my friend stood me up or because a girl who obviously hates me was obviously hating me or because I drank an entire bottle of wine and threw up all over myself. It was the worst night of my life because when I was leaving my friends' house at 2:30 in the morning, stumbling out the front door in my guy friends' clothes, 4 guys with bandanas over their faces and rifles and handguns in their hands came sprinting at me and my friends who were walking through the front yard.
"Get the fuck in the garage!" one of them screamed at me as he pointed a gun in my face. "Are you kidding?" I said. "No it's no fucking joke, get in the garage." As I get pulled into the garage with four of my friends, getting our faces pushed down into the cold concrete I leaned my ridiculously drunk body towards my friend Ashley and asked her if this was some sick joke. "No," she shook her head...and I immediately LOST it. I was so hysterical, I was hyperventilating and I couldn't breathe...crying sooooo loud. I tried to whisper to my three friends laying near me if I should call 911 since I had my phone in my hand...they all said NO. I didn't get it. What I didn't know was that there was a guy with a gun standing right behind me, pointing it at me as he listened to my every word. The guy standing behind me started yelling about money and went through my purse stealing the only cash I owned.
After a while, through my hysterics, the guy in the garage ran into the house with the rest of the others. A few minutes later, my friend Sara came running to the garage saying "EVERYONE GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!" I instinctively picked up my things that the robber had scattered from my purse and ran into the laundry room where I grabbed onto Sara and cried as we both were shaking non-stop. "RUN," she said. I ran as fast as I could into my friend Adam's room and hid behind the open door. I picked up my phone and dialed 911 and "Emergency" flashed across my phone's screen. The guys with guns were still in the house and so I tried to whisper as quietly as possible as I still cried hysterically to the 911 operator. "What's your emergency?" All I could get out was "Guys, Guns, Inside the house," and "Please trace my phone call, please just trace my phone call." After about 5 minutes on the phone, crying my eyes out, my friend Sara came running into Adam's room. I physically could not speak to the 911 operator and she took the phone from me. The four guys had left.
I've never been so scared in my life. It's the honest to God truth. I had a gun pointed once at my face, and once at my back...and who knows how many other times that I couldn't see. I thought I was going to die. I honestly thought that me and my closest friends were all going to die right there. The worst part of this story is that this wasn't just your regular robbery. It was over drugs. One of the guys that lives with my two close guy friends had been dealing out of their house, which we were unaware of... The four guys that came to the house were looking for him, but where was he? Running outside while all of us were laying face down on the ground, some of us with guns pointed at us, while others were duct-taped. He almost got us killed...and the only thing that he has to say to me and my seven closest friends is that we "shouldn't tell the police that the guys with guns had asked for him." None of us feel that it's appropriate for him to be telling us to cover for him when he had NOOO idea what it felt like to be inside and feel the fear that we did. Right now, any tiny remnant of friendship that all of us had with this kid is completely over.
Since getting home at 6:45am after giving statements at the house where it all happened, I haven't spent one waking hour not thinking about those moments. I can't sleep...and when I do, I have nightmares. I'm scared to be alone, and I've lost total respect for those who do drugs. Because of weed and someone else, I almost lost my life and 7 of my closest friends. My moral of the story, spend every day in the best way possible, because you never EVER know what could happen...
"Get the fuck in the garage!" one of them screamed at me as he pointed a gun in my face. "Are you kidding?" I said. "No it's no fucking joke, get in the garage." As I get pulled into the garage with four of my friends, getting our faces pushed down into the cold concrete I leaned my ridiculously drunk body towards my friend Ashley and asked her if this was some sick joke. "No," she shook her head...and I immediately LOST it. I was so hysterical, I was hyperventilating and I couldn't breathe...crying sooooo loud. I tried to whisper to my three friends laying near me if I should call 911 since I had my phone in my hand...they all said NO. I didn't get it. What I didn't know was that there was a guy with a gun standing right behind me, pointing it at me as he listened to my every word. The guy standing behind me started yelling about money and went through my purse stealing the only cash I owned.
After a while, through my hysterics, the guy in the garage ran into the house with the rest of the others. A few minutes later, my friend Sara came running to the garage saying "EVERYONE GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!" I instinctively picked up my things that the robber had scattered from my purse and ran into the laundry room where I grabbed onto Sara and cried as we both were shaking non-stop. "RUN," she said. I ran as fast as I could into my friend Adam's room and hid behind the open door. I picked up my phone and dialed 911 and "Emergency" flashed across my phone's screen. The guys with guns were still in the house and so I tried to whisper as quietly as possible as I still cried hysterically to the 911 operator. "What's your emergency?" All I could get out was "Guys, Guns, Inside the house," and "Please trace my phone call, please just trace my phone call." After about 5 minutes on the phone, crying my eyes out, my friend Sara came running into Adam's room. I physically could not speak to the 911 operator and she took the phone from me. The four guys had left.
I've never been so scared in my life. It's the honest to God truth. I had a gun pointed once at my face, and once at my back...and who knows how many other times that I couldn't see. I thought I was going to die. I honestly thought that me and my closest friends were all going to die right there. The worst part of this story is that this wasn't just your regular robbery. It was over drugs. One of the guys that lives with my two close guy friends had been dealing out of their house, which we were unaware of... The four guys that came to the house were looking for him, but where was he? Running outside while all of us were laying face down on the ground, some of us with guns pointed at us, while others were duct-taped. He almost got us killed...and the only thing that he has to say to me and my seven closest friends is that we "shouldn't tell the police that the guys with guns had asked for him." None of us feel that it's appropriate for him to be telling us to cover for him when he had NOOO idea what it felt like to be inside and feel the fear that we did. Right now, any tiny remnant of friendship that all of us had with this kid is completely over.
Since getting home at 6:45am after giving statements at the house where it all happened, I haven't spent one waking hour not thinking about those moments. I can't sleep...and when I do, I have nightmares. I'm scared to be alone, and I've lost total respect for those who do drugs. Because of weed and someone else, I almost lost my life and 7 of my closest friends. My moral of the story, spend every day in the best way possible, because you never EVER know what could happen...