31 - apartment number 13

so ive debated a couple of times whether or not to share this post. it's a little "too much" and i was told that i will make people worry. well, this incident has happend about a few weeks ago (as i am way behind on my posts!) and i am fine and dandy. it is part of my trip, so i must share it. plus, ive mentioned numerous times to stay tuned to find out the fall of roommate numero dos - so here it is !

it was a sunday morning and i woke up early, despite still being on a party high from the night before, to go to mass. i shared the hymn book with this chick so i instantly befriended her after mass. we talked for a few minutes and she waited with me until the next black taxi passed by. so this delayed my time a little bit because when i got back to my apartment, my roommate was gone. usually she would still be in bed waiting for me and then we'll have brunch. so i decided to call up my other friends and i ended up having lunch with them and just chilling the whole day. after a few hours i received a message from my roomate with something jibberish so it didnt make sense to me. i knew instantly that she was most probably drunk (keep in mind that this was at two in the afternoon). a few more hours have passed and i didnt hear back from any of my friends from the apartment so i messaged my roommate again. she responded saying she was at the hospital! i thought the worse thing that could have happend was that she got too drunk that she had to get her stomach pumped. i was in the theatre at this time and it just so happend that i ran out of airtime so i couldnt really get in touch with anyone, but at the back of my head i knew i should really get home to check what was up.

i got home just a bit before 9pm. i passed by apartment #13 where miriam (my first roommate) and natalie (the german twin) was staying. i was freaked out when i saw that the glass door was smashed, but it was dark inside and no one was there. i quickly ran to my apartment (#11) because i thought someone has broken into our apartments. as i saw that everything was intact, my phone rang and it was paul (the flat manager). im pretty good friends with him so i thought he was just calling to say hello but then he said, "are you ready to hear some drama?" and then even before he said anything, i immediately pieced all the puzzles together.  he told me that brii attacked miriam - as in tried to kill her!  appartment brii and natalie were drinking since noon so they were drunk off their ass. paul asked me if brii and miriam had any angst against each other and i told him that the two barely exchanged any words. it's true that miriam was the bitch of the town and everyone knew that, but i guess since brii's only friend is me and natalie and that both of us have had problems with miriam, that was enough to get her all fired up.

so why was brii at the hospital when it was miriam who got beaten up? well that's because she smashed her hand against the glass door to get into miriam's apartment. brii apparently chased her down the street and punched and scratched her. all the neighbours saw and heard. natalie was too drunk herself to stop anything, but apparently she tried. after my phonecall with paul, i called miriam right away and she told me her side of the story.  i had sincere concerns for her despite the fact that i refused to speak to her for a week (another issue that made me dislike her even more). she told her side of the story which i knew was embellished. she said her face was blue and her "arm was open" (spoken in her broken english). then a few minutes after that natalie called me and asked me to grab a bite to eat. she then told her side of the story, and of course there were gaps between her story and miriam's. at about 11:30pm, brii arrived home from the hospital with both her wrists bandaged up. i waited for her to tell me her side of the story but she insisted that she doesnt remember anything. yeah, right. it didnt matter anyway because i had enough information to figure it out. needless to say i was scared of sleeping in the same room with her that night.  this story quickly spread like wildfire and there were so many versions, even one that says brii was on crystal meth. to this day i dont know how true that is. but for someone to have done what they did, it cant all be just alcohol, can it??

and now for the visuals...

smashed glass where brii's arms went through

she had to pay for the damages

bad picture quality i dont know if you could see the splatters of blood on the floor?

where i was standing to take this picture was a puddle of blood that i had to clean before i can even enter the apartment. on the wall to the right was bloody handprints as well. and yes, i did clean everything at midnight because brii's arms were useless, and natalie was drunk again because she had another 4 glasses of wine during dinner with me (and aparently they had 4 bottles of mine that same afternoon)

blood on the wall. this was a pain to clean.

yes, i made sure i took as many pictures before i cleaned it up, but it didnt occur to me fast enough because i was tired and it was late. i had nothing to do with it yet i ended up cleaning it all up!

bloodbath on miriam's bed.

she fled to another town as soon as she could because she was scared for her life.

i never got to see her again but i did send her a really sincere msg before she flew back to germany.

one of brii's slashed arms that needed 40 stitches, the other arm was only 22.

the next day after i came home in the afternoon i saw her packing all her things in a big rush. she said that her agency dropped her so she wanted to get the next flight back to LA because her mom said that she needs to leave in case they lock her up in south africa. i dont know if she really should have worried that much considering miriam tried to call the police numerous time for rescue and no one came. plus brii had to ride the taxi with her arm cut open so deep her bone was showing, because there were no ambulance.

as i reflected on everything that happend here, i was thankful that i wasn't home to witness all of this because who knew what could have happend to me. apparently brii was very violent and agressive (even natalie had bruises). but at the same time, if i had been there, none of this wouldnt have happend because i wouldnt have ever let it happen. so i do have a little guilt there. but at the end of the day, i can only be the sane one. i cant cure crazy.

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real time: it is now april and i am now back in toronto as i update this blog. i guess i was having too much fun to have the time to sit there and write about it. but it's good this way because i get to sort of relive everything again by looking at photos and writing about it. it's so bittersweet to reminisce that's for sure.