*Rubs temples for a moment*
It's over, for now... but not as concluded as I'd like it to be. I called for a civil assist and 3 Denver police officers met me at the apartment. The place was horrid. He took my feather mattress and laid it in the middle of the living room and stabbed it to death, scattering feathers everywhere and making itvery dangerous because of all the broken glass on the floor too. He decapitated my teddybear that Steve got me for Christmas like 3 years ago (the only one of two stuffed animals that I owned for centamental reasons). My computer and the screen/keyboard/mouse were obliterated... my brand new sewing machine...in pieces... he shreaded my 100 year old Edgar Allan Poe books... destroyed all of my photos from highschool/prom...my only pic of my dead dog Cleo... my alter *growls* and he was stupid enough to keep my dagger that I keep for cerimonial purposes. He busted the "ocean" that Kat brought me back from florida, another very centamental thing to me. My spellbooks are now scattered in boxes...i'll try to piece them back together, but that'll probably never happen. He stole my great grandmothers wall tapestry (very irreplacable and possibly worth alot of $$). He's been calling and harassing my family leaving rude messages on my parent's machine, calling my local friends, he told me that if he ever saw me on the streets that he'd pay someone to beat the shit out of me so that he could watch... Everything that I owned was priceless and very centamental to me....everything else I had left behind in Ohio or given away. The bastard will get his... oh GOD will he get his.
There is now a warrent out for his arrest and I was told that I would have to go to court most likely to finalize everything. I got the old apartment cleaned and ready to be rented again after many tears, glass cuts and hard work. If it wasn't for Chad and Bill I would have never gotten it all done last night. They kept e sane through it all. The police took pictures of everything, took my statement and kept a threatening letter as evidence that the idiot left behind for me. I just wanted to move on with my life.... I wanted him to be safe, and move on as well. He didn't and now he will meeting Karma first hand.
Closure.... hmmm... closure is good.
It's over, for now... but not as concluded as I'd like it to be. I called for a civil assist and 3 Denver police officers met me at the apartment. The place was horrid. He took my feather mattress and laid it in the middle of the living room and stabbed it to death, scattering feathers everywhere and making itvery dangerous because of all the broken glass on the floor too. He decapitated my teddybear that Steve got me for Christmas like 3 years ago (the only one of two stuffed animals that I owned for centamental reasons). My computer and the screen/keyboard/mouse were obliterated... my brand new sewing machine...in pieces... he shreaded my 100 year old Edgar Allan Poe books... destroyed all of my photos from highschool/prom...my only pic of my dead dog Cleo... my alter *growls* and he was stupid enough to keep my dagger that I keep for cerimonial purposes. He busted the "ocean" that Kat brought me back from florida, another very centamental thing to me. My spellbooks are now scattered in boxes...i'll try to piece them back together, but that'll probably never happen. He stole my great grandmothers wall tapestry (very irreplacable and possibly worth alot of $$). He's been calling and harassing my family leaving rude messages on my parent's machine, calling my local friends, he told me that if he ever saw me on the streets that he'd pay someone to beat the shit out of me so that he could watch... Everything that I owned was priceless and very centamental to me....everything else I had left behind in Ohio or given away. The bastard will get his... oh GOD will he get his.
There is now a warrent out for his arrest and I was told that I would have to go to court most likely to finalize everything. I got the old apartment cleaned and ready to be rented again after many tears, glass cuts and hard work. If it wasn't for Chad and Bill I would have never gotten it all done last night. They kept e sane through it all. The police took pictures of everything, took my statement and kept a threatening letter as evidence that the idiot left behind for me. I just wanted to move on with my life.... I wanted him to be safe, and move on as well. He didn't and now he will meeting Karma first hand.
Closure.... hmmm... closure is good.
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fortysix_and_two:
*hugs and soft kisses*
fortysix_and_two:
Well, you didn't exactly want to stay either.