First of all im glad some of you have given me advice. In regards to what you have asked and reccomended to me i have this to say. A.) Julia is a straight A student, always has been and she is about to start her second year at MCC for communications, afterwards she plans on going to St. John Fishers College here in upstate NY. So to be honest, i dont think she is involved with drugs. Especially since Chris and I smoke weed, she isnt bothered by it, but he and I have had pleanty of drunken nights where we try to get her to smoke and she always refuses. B.) I dont know her mental health back ground. She seemed normal in high school and when we first started associating again but god knows what has happened in the years between and in her own personal life before hand. Like i said.. i knew her. Its not like we were best friends. Honestly our circle of friends couldnt have been more different. C.) Its sad to say but Julia doesnt have much support when it comes to her family. I approciate all the advice i have been given so far. Keep in mind only 3 things have happened so far that have compelled me to write this. Julia is in good hands. I assure you. And i will finish her story, with her consent, but will keep the names changed for our own privacy....
Rochester, NY.
Our shitty apartment on Univeristy Ave
August 9th. Tuesday @ 11:42pm (Night 2 of 3) so far...
I come home, as usual around this time. Just got home from working at the "Little" movie theatre. That's actually what its called. Chris is in the kitchen making eggs. The apartment is caked with smoke from his cooking but the fact that he and Julia opened up all the windows and put fans in them is kind of masking the calamity of it.
I see Julia sitting there on the recliner right next to the couch, she makes eye contact with me for a short moment then looks back at the TV. I take off my shoes and walk into the kitchen to ask Chris the obvious question...
"Is she alright? Anything happen so far?" Its been 4 days or so and that weekend i was swamped at work. Havent spent much time at the apartment and ive been thinking about how i was going to address this to Julia.
Now, Julia works mornings at DataVault, shes usually gets home at 5pm, Chris works evenings and gets out around anytime between 7pm and 9pm. And incase you were wondering Julia is a brunette who is 5'9, about 100lbs soaking wet and has lots of freckles and has italian in her so she is some what tan-ish. Chris, is 6'2, about 215lbs, not jacked but lots of muscles with that typical hipster hair cut. Short hair, almost buzzed on the sides and either slicked back hair or in a man bun, and he is blonde. He works at the Radisson Hotel downtown and usually is at some girls house twice a week "gettin some," usually, i mean he strikes out sometime cuz Chris is a bit of a moron. Tonight, however was your typical tuesday night.
After Julia performed oral sex on Chris while he was sleeping that friday night nothing "serious" has happened with Julia. This morning, though, i did see her looking into the mirror in our bathroom (wearing pajamas) grinding her teeth with her tooth brush in her hand. It was weird but i thought nothing of it.
So back to whats important...
"To be honest man i just got home and she has just been on the couch since i started making eggs," Chris informed me.
"Okay, so, the other night... when she did that... i saw her face change, and it looked like she was happy, then went back to crying," i started...
"Okay, so like yeah, dude. I was thinking about it.. annndddd like what if she was just like having weird ass sex dreams or some shit. Like you know her more than I do, was she abuse or somethin in the past or some shit?" Chris asked as if he seemed to almost not care about what I was just saying. But to be honest with you i know almost absolutely nothing about Julia's family or her childhood.
"I don't know, Chris. But when she was laying there naked on the ground crying she looked up at me... like just for a minute and was smiling at me. Next thing i saw she got up and ran to her room."
"Yeah and she said she wasnt gonna do it again though, bro."
"No, she said, 'Im will not do this anymore with you.' And she yelled it. Neither of us has addressed this with her and she hasnt said anything about it either," I was trying to prove a point to him and the point was that she might be having a mental break down or something. My mother suffered from bi-polar when i was a kid so ive seen abnormal behavior like this before, just not from Julia, and not necessarily like this either.
"Yeah that could've just been her yelling at me... either way, man, its like, whatever. But yo, so I met this girl tonight at the hotel, she is in town with some of her friends and like..." he went on about something with these girls he met that night, at this point i know he is more concerned with pussy that he could hypothetically get in the future, but all the while I was looking at Julia... she appeared to be slightly twitching her head. Not seriously, but her head kept tilting to the left then right a little bit then back to normal, kind of like a dog when its observing something.
As Chris kept talking she stopped after a few moments so i looked up to reply to whatever the hell Chris was talking about. I figured she was just watching tv anyways.
I grabbed a beer, drank a sip. Watched Chris try to make an egg samwich. Asked if he wanted to smoke, packed a bowl and then after a few minutes in the kitchen with him i asked him..
"Did you noticed anything about her? Like when you very first caught her... you know... sleep assaulting you?"
"I mean. She was standing over me. Like not on the bed at all but haunched over me. Then she looked at me when i first saw her doing it and then she yelped. And then i guess... no, yeah, then she did like fall backwards a bit. I guess... she ran for the door then thats when i freaked."
"Well we need to..." before i finished my sentence...
"Jesus fucking christ, Chris. You're burning the fucking eggs. Add butter, turn the fucking heat down, pay attention and go open up a window, this shit is gonna set off the fucking fire alarm." She said this as if it was personal to her. Like she was hurt by Chris cooking. I cant explain it too good, but when she said that, it was as if she was talking to Chris like he was offending her or something. It was weird. Not to mention i have never heard her curse before.
She stormed out of the kitchen then went into her room, slamming the door, we could hear her yelling through walls, then she came back out with her over coat on and an umbrella (it rained that night), she said "its like a death camp in here," and then left the apartment.
Chris looked at me, he was stunned...
"What? You are burning the shit out of those eggs," i said. I said that disregarding Julia's attitude, looking back now i realize that that was bizarre behavior for her.
"No dude, I swear to god, like ten minutes ago she came in and said the exact same thing to me, bro. Word for word. Like de ja vu shit. Right before you showed up. She put fans in the window and shit." His eyes were sincere as he glared at our apartment door she just walked out of.
At this point, im convinced, deep down i am, even if i dont want to believe it, that she's having some kind of mental breakdown. I tell Chris some stuff that happend to me when i was a kid in regards to my mother's mental health dissorder and explain to him we need to contact her friends or family. He agrees.
Its 12:52am, I remember the clock. Chris and I are watching netflix, this time we are watchin Narcos, when we hear a knock on the door. We look at each other and Chris gets up to answer it.
He opens the doors and some scrawny looking dude with a hair cut that depressatly needs a trim is on the other side.
"He, umm.. is Julia here?" He asked while putting his hands into his pockets.
"Nah, dude she just left like an hour or so ago, who are you?" Chris asked.
"Im Ricky. I work with her at DataVault. She hasnt been to work in 3 days. Our boss is gonna fire her." 3 days... work week wise, that'd start off on friday the 5th. Which means she didn't go to work on friday, yesterday and today.
"Oh okay, well yeah shes been here. When she comes back i'll tell her you stopped by," Chris said while practicly shutting the door in his face.
"Tell her to call our boss." He replied quickly.
"Hey wait!" I shouted standing up from the couch. "You called her friday night, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, but she didnt answer."
"Yeah, I know. She was in bed sleeping. I told her you called, she never called you back?"
"No. Like i said i havent heard from her since Thursday last week." He seemed uneasy about all this.
"Is something wrong? You seem upset."
"Yeah i guess. I mean... Thursday morning we were all good. Then later on she seemed, i dont know, different i guess. Separated. I mean she is usually a good worker but she literally didnt do anything the second half of the day. Then she didnt show up friday, yesterday or today. I dont know, i just thought she wouldve told me if she was gonna quit. We've kinda been seeing eachother the past month." This guy clearly seemed to not be making any sense of this but to me.. in my mind.. i was putting puzzle peices together. Mental health seemed to playing a role in her behavior for sure.
"Well when she gets back i'll tell her you stopped by. And no offense to you.. but why are you comming over at almost 1am in the morning when you guess work so early?" I had to ask.
"Like I said, she seemed separated thursday afternoon. Didnt do any work and kind of just acted weird when anyone went up to her about something. I went to ask her if she was alright and all she did was blink, like a lot, and said 'I will not do that anymore, i know it,' it was.. messed up. I was gonna offer her a ride back here, thats how i know where she lives cuz ive driven her here before, but she left and caught the RTS bus ten minutes before our shift ended. I checked and she didnt even sign out. I came over earlier tonight around 8 to see if she was home but no one answered."
I knew that what Rick just told me was strange, and after he left I immidiatly turned to Chris and he said, "mkay, so Jules is going crazy, what do we do? Call her mom or dad?"
"Yeah, tomorrow. Ill grab her phone and copy her parents phone numbers." I didnt know what i was gonna say. Deffinitly wasnt gonna say she sexually assaulted our roomate in his sleep but since then she hasnt said anything about doing that and as far as i can tell... yeah, she is separated.
Me and Chris talked, it was a long conversation so i wont type it out. Essentailly just about my mom, Julia, what we were gonna do about her, and what not. Eventually we went to bed. It was about 3:00am. Not too sure. We usually stay up that late cuz its not considered late to us.
5:32am. I remember the time. I heard a bunch of loud crashing comming from outside my room. I got up, franticly, to see Julia in the kitchen soaking wet. To my understanding, it didn't rain that much, so she must've jumped in the Geneseo river or some pool or something. She had glasses and plates and bowls smashed on the ground around her and she was holding a kitchen knife. The fridge was open and with her free hand she grabbed a jug of milk. Now... from the smell alone and from the fact that we are some what a bunch of slobs, this milk was rotten. She opened it by cutting the top off with a knife, ill never forget that scraping sound, and then she began to start chugging it. At this point Chris was out of his room to witness this as well. She puked.. falling onto the floor she was vommitting all over herself and it seemed that she was crying, full of regret from chugging spoiled milk, she layed on the ground weeping.
"Julia, whats wrong, hun?" I asked approaching her.
Just as i placed my hand on her shoulder she looked up at me, the whites of her eyes fully exsposed, Chris can account for it this time, and then she bashed my arm away and started yelling..
"I cant! I wont! I told you! Go away!" She took the knife and started to slit her own wrist, "FEEL IT! I CAN FEEL IT NOW! DONT YOU?"
Chris lunged at her to grab the knife away from her. She stopped and pointed it him, and as he backed off in fear of his life, she started up again, "FEEL IT! FEEL IT NOW MOTHER FUCKING FUCKERS, IT HURTS ME TOO!" Slashing at herself i saw Chris again try to approach her. When she pointed the knife at him for a second time I was over taken by a surge of adrenaline and jumped towards her to stomp. on her arm. Freeing the blade from her hand Chris jumped around her and grabbed her. Securing her arms to her waist, Chris was now on the ground holding her as is he was doing a wrestling maneuver.
Like i said before, she is tiny. 100lbs soaking wet. And Chris is a some what built guy, and this little freckled girl was flinging him and herself from side to side on the kitchen floor. Hitting the stove then sliding across the floor hitting the refrigerator, and back to the stove then sliding to the refrigerator again. I was stunned. All i could focus on was the blood and broken plates on our linoleum floor.
Finaly i jumped in, Chris was yelling, "Fucking help! Fuck sakes, help bro!" I got down in front the fridge, head-butted the wall while slipping on milk, vomit, blood and broken plates, but i got up and started punching her in the face as hard as i could. I actually feel really bad about that because i gave her a black eye, but i panicked and didnt know what else to do.
Now im not a big guy. Maybe 6'0. 185lbs. A 26 year old who has never worked out a day in his life, but i punched this little woman in the face as hard as i could. Before i know it she is eyed-full-white again looking at me. She stopped moving, Chris is still behind her on the ground holding her, but she is looking at me as her eyes roll forward to expose her brown eyes, and she see's me, fist cocked in the air waiting to see if i have to punch her again, and she starts grinding her teeth.. like crazy. And loud too. Chris told me today he could feel the vibrations of her doing it.
About 5 to 10 seconds pass and then the grinding stops. She is sitting there with her eyes wide open and she askes me, "did you cook eggs and burn them tonight?"
I stare at Chris, he releases Julia from his grasp, covered in his own sweat and some milk and some of her blood he lets her stand up. At least 2 very deep gashes have been cut across her wrist. She gets up. Looks at me and smiles. Walks pass me and as she is about to turn the corner we see her faint and slam against the wall hitting the floor.
We both rush to her. "She's unconscious, go grab some bandages from the closet," I tell Chris. I work at steel warehouse in a near by town called Farmington and my boss gives all the employees a fully loaded first aid kit to bring home in case something happens to us. Ive worked there for 2 years and today is the first time i have ever had to use it.
We bandage her up, her cuts were deep so she may need stiches, but the bleeding isnt too overwhelming, i dont know, im not a medic. Either way we lay her down on the living room couch, the smell of sour milk is potent in the air. I grab Julia's phone and call her mother. Chris stays next to Julia.
I call her... no answer. So i call again... no answer. I leave a voicemail and tell her "kind of" whats going on. I dont tell her the plate smahsing or the sexual assault from nights before.
After hanging up i look over to Chris who is sitting on the floor directly infront of the couch and ask him, "What the fuck do we do?"
He replies, "Honeslty.... hospital. Now!"
We take her to Rochester General, it's probably 6 am or later i honestly dont know. We put her in the back seat of my car and i just remember driving as fast as i can to the hospital. I feel like ive had no sleep and Chris and I are sitting in the hospital waiting to hear something from someone.
8:17am, I remember the time.
Julias mom calls me. Well she calls her back, i still have her cell phone from what happened at the apartment.
I answer the phone, "Hey, Mrs. Blaire, it's Jake. We've met before. Im your daughters roomate."
"Okay, yes, hello." She replied almost annoyed.
"So um... something happened with your daughter, tonight she ugh..."
Before i could even finish... "Is she doing it again? We told her, I tell you, we told her. She needs to take her mediIcine.."
I tried explaining to her what was going on, she was acting weird, did weird things in the middle the night. Talking to herself. All her mother said was "she is almost 27 years old and needs to act an adult. We put up with all that and now she can make her own payments for the shrink, we are done. Im done. Goodbye."
At that moment i realized her family, or at least her mother, did not give a shit about her.
Something is wrong with Julia, and its up to me to help her. I fell asleep in the hospital that morning, in my dreams i saw her sitting naked in the bathroom saying "it hurts me too" while see cuts her wrists.
Submitted August 17, 2016 at 05:05PM by Chappy5001 http://ift.tt/2bccLoC nosleep
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