I think out of this year, November had to be the one that passed the fastest. At 10PM, November 15th, I was assaulted, completely out of the blue, just before getting into my car after closing shift at JoAnns. Now, granted, my car was in the back parking lot (which has limited surveillance and not well lit) and alone, but usually there is one or two employees of the store that park back there. Apparently that day, they decided not to. To also help set some things up, I was wearing my boyfriend's hat, my brown trench coat I scored in NYC for $35 and my red checked scarf my mom made for me quite a few years ago. Beware, long story ahead. I'm telling this with as much detail as I remember.
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For those too lazy to read this short novel (lol), scroll to the bottom for the "tl;dr".
At exactly 9:58PM I had finished texting my boyfriend that I would be to my dorm in approximately 20 minutes so we could Skype (he had texted earlier saying he was finished with this Clan Battles and to let me know when I was ready. I look up, notice my car is alone and have an odd feeling (because like I said...that isn't normal), and dismissed the thought. Note to self: don't dismiss the spidey-senses when they tingle. After walking the distance to my car and opening the door, I heard foot steps running toward me, coming from my right ear. At first, my mind related it back to anime conventions (so, a positive experience), and someone doing so to get to me and get my attention. Then it deduced, well...maybe a coworker was running to catch me before I left because I dropped something? Quickly, it decided "oh hey, it's 10PM, you're alone...This is ba- oh shit". In the time I first heard the running to then hearing it stop short of hitting me, my mind finally came to the conclusion this was bad and I had started turning to face whoever the fuck it was.
Unfortunately I didn't react fast enough because as soon as they had stopped short and I had turned almost all the way, something metal struck me in the head, quite hard, causing me to step back and immediately start screaming for help because hey....getting hit in the head with something metal (be in pipe, or crowbar...whatever the fuck it was), is not normal. At this time, I notice my assailant is male and he comes at me with another strike, which instinctively I raise my right arm in a high-block. All this time my mind is reeling. Why is this happening to me? Is this really happening? Oh god mom is going to be pissed. Shit shit...This is kind of like Taken except more beating than stealing. I need to memorize as much of this as possible because if I can get out of this alive, the police will need all they can to get this fucker.
This next part is fuzzy, but I believe I had stumbled back, maybe against my door, almost crouching to try and evade the hitting, but I get hit again and eventually half fall into my car (driver's side). I'm now leaning against the seat, with my feet still on the pavement. Another strike takes out my right eye because I see black and white spots - which my mind instantly pulls the memory of getting hit with a volley ball playing walley-ball at the Western Racquet my Junior year of high school to associate the fact that that is what happened to my eye. It's at this time the man notices the Pick'N'Save grocery bag I was carrying in my left hand (had my Legend of Zelda Symphony of the Goddess t-shirt that I had changed out of before work, my Harajuku Lover's pencil case, an empty plastic bag that had been home to my bagel I ate on break, another bag that had a honey crisp apple in it, and a butter knife with which to douse my bagel in delicious cream cheese). He grabs at my bag and demands "Where's your wallet? Give me your wallet!" in an even tone, about mid-range, possibly a tenor if he were to be a singer, indicating his age to be closer to either late teen to mid twenties. Me, being stubborn, is not going to give him this bag and used my right hand to pull the bag more towards me because, and I quote my thinking at this time "Bitch please, this is MY bag, you ain't getting this bag" (please note...any words "spoken" by me were actually in my head, I was screaming for help and ambiguous screaming after that first strike).
Another strike to the head and I didn't block it because my right arm was busy making sure this man didn't steal my shit. Because well...I had my LoZ shirt in there dammit! (I actually couldn't even remember where the hell my wallet was). Then, he yells to me, a little bit more nervous (like...not high pitched nervous but I could tell in the nuances of his voice that he was getting worried) "Stop your screaming bitch! Stop yelling!" Then, my brain first goes "Oh hell no...now I'm going to scream harder because you said that" and then finally gets this bright idea "Hey...idiot...remember 2 years ago? You took karate? Yeah, you should probably be using some of that right now!" I gauged that I couldn't punch the guy because he was too far so I started to kick at him. I honestly don't know if I got any -good- hits, but I think I at least got his thigh or his side. I had kicked with my right leg, possibly roundhouse kick. I don't quite remember when it happened, possibly around this point, I managed to get a look at the guy and noticed he had a leaner face - definitely skinnier stature. I remember the distinct thought that his hair seemed to perfectly round so deduced he was wearing a ski cap of some sort (and then I noticed a brim along his forehead), hair that was waved in layers (mind thought of Keanu Reeves when not in the matrix...similar but not exactly the same). Coat not too overbearing, but not skin tight either and zipped up to about mid-chest. Something white underneath (either shirt or lining). Pants were definitely jeans of some sort.
After my futile attempts to kick him, he managed to get one more strike in before fleeing on foot. Still screaming for help, I don't pay too much attention to him when he's out of sight (which wasn't hard because my glasses were who-the-fuck-knows-where after hit #4 to the eye and I'm near sighted...and it's dark...). I am now desperately looking for my phone, which is of course is in a black otterbox case...on darker concrete....in the dark....and I can't see for shit =__+; I'm picking up lots of random shit on the ground hoping one of them is my phone, bleeding profusely from the face. There was a point that I had stood up and looked around, attempting to open my right eye which caused blood to spurt out and lead to my morbid thinking of "hey...this is kind of amusing...it's like when you get shanked in first-person shooters and the blood squirts out. Okay, now where the fuck is my phone" I find it shortly after and attempt to figure out how the hell to dial 911. Brain didn't want to easily figure out how the hell to use my iPhone efficiently (and keep in mind, I think I've only had iOS7 for like 2 weeks at this point? Maybe?) I managed to get to the phone portion, but because blood was all over it, and I couldn't see well, trying to find the keypad button was difficult. I get to it, and then I notice two shapes of people walking toward me.
At first I'm like "who the hell..." then I think one of them called out to me and then I instantly recognized them as coworkers Mary and Nicole. Then, my mind screamed "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WALKING CALMLY?! I NEED HELP!" I did scream at them once or twice before managing something to the effect of "I need you to call 911! I'm hurt really bad right now! I was just assaulted!!" Or something like that. I give up on my phone at this pointing, figuring they'd do it for me. Mary tells me to sit. I ignore her. She pulls the mom voice and says to sit again so I do so because you don't say no to the mom voice, and my brain decided that sitting meant being closer to the ground so if I did happen to pass out, I'd be closer to the ground and hurt less....not like it mattered because my face was already beat up >_>;; I have a hysterical crying and sobbing moment. I recollect morbidly fascinated with my hands because they were covered in blood. And shaking. I start to calm down a little, though.
Nicole hands me her phone saying 911 wants to hear my account of what happened. It takes me a moment, but I start calming down a lot more, brain saying "hey, we gotta be calm for this otherwise they aren't going to understand a thing you're saying." I manage to give my account (although not in as much detail as here), and by the time I'm done, a police officer arrives. He of course asks me questions like "what date is it," "what's your name?" "What's your birthday?" etc etc. I answer everything correctly. Mary asks me who she should call. First I say call my bf and start giving her his phone number but then I say no, wait, call my dad but wait..no...call home. Yeah call home. First start to give mom's cell phone, but then start over with the house phone. My thinking at this point: "As much as I love Joe, he's not the important one at the moment. Can't call dad because he might be on the road and I don't him to get into an accident trying to call mom and everyone else to send the cavalry, so gotta call mom. She can get things rolling even though she'll be hysterical." Mom later tells me she got the call around 10:10 ish, meaning that the entire incident with the assailant maybe lasted 5 minutes, if that (it started about 10PM).
I'm eventually loaded onto a board with a head brace (just in case) and as they're strapping me up (after they took off my coat and scarf), a policeman comes rushing over with the butter knife asking if it was mine (I'm assuming there was blood on it), thinking I was stabbed and I just kind of calmly say "Oh..no...I had a bagel for break at 6:30 and used it for cream cheese".
Okay. Finally in the ambulance. They cut up my JoAnn's shirt and put some things on me...idfk what they were. Sensor things of some sort. Had a blood sugar of 94 and a blood pressure of like....128/78? ish? Not bad, really, considering everything lmao. And then came time for the IV. I was more scared of the IV then being assaulted. I fucking hate needles. Oh, I also remember telling the guys in the ambulance that I'm blood type O+ in case they needed to know (because they were getting things like name, address, birthdate, etc to enter into the system on our way to the hospital). One of the guys asks me if there is anybody he needs to call and I tell him my Aunt Char because she lives a half a mile or so from school and would be the fastest family member to get to me at that point (and she's an RN so if they fucked up in the ER and she was there, I'd have someone watching me in case they didn't have a chance to get there fast enough). Unfortunately he had to use my phone. I felt bad D: It was covered in blood.
The whole experience in the hospital was interesting. My aunt got there shortly after I did. The policemen also stayed with me the entire 2~2.5 hours or so it took my family to get to me (one even went with me to the CT scan). After the CT scan I got to see my bloody face (I had to pee really bad D: ) and it was actually quite fascinating. Not as bad as I had envisioned lmao. I eventually asked Aunt char to somehow patch me into mom so she could at least hear my voice to give her a bit of peace and mind. Also had her get a hold of my dad so he could hear my voice too.
The cavalry showed up (mom, dad, jason, jeremy, katie, and Joe). I eventually got 3 stitches under my right eye in and it sucked. Even though it was numbed, it still fricken sucked D:< adkfjasjfsdf. I got to leave there sometime around 2:30~3AM. We go to my Aunt Char's house for the night and rest up.
The last 2 weeks have been spent recovering, doctor's appointments, some homeworking, and participating in a line-up. Seriously...Line-ups are hard. Unfortunately I couldn't give a confident answer but I had it narrowed to two. I'm hoping to do a photo array this week.
In any case. I'm thankful for many things with this. My mom says it perfectly "The best case scenario happened out a bad situation." Everything we had in place before I had gone down to Milwaukee for school was utilized effectively, and unfortunately (because it had to be used at all). There are so many what-ifs: the man could have had a gun, or a knife, or I could have had fractures and worse injuries, or even be dead. The doctors all said I was structurally perfectly fine (no cracks, fractures, no scrapes or cuts or damage to my eyes, nothing dislodged). I did suffer whiplash, though, and there is a possibility of TMJ developing in my left jaw because of the clicking he found.
I kept my wits about me, and I fought back. I screamed, and screamed. I calmed down and was able to logically communicate and get things done that had to be done. I am not a victim. I am a survivor.
TL;DR: After working late, got hit 6 times in the head with a metal object by a guy probably late teens, most likely mid-20s. Screamed the entire time. Brain decided to have funny comments to me during ordeal. Fought back after blow 5, he gets one more hit at me then flees. Frantically try to find phone, have amusing morbid thoughts about blood spurting like a FPS. Find phone, attempt 911, epic fail. 2 coworkers find me, call 911. They get there. Have one of the coworkers call my mom. Get into ambulance via board and head brace. More scared of IV than assault. Have ambulance guy call aunt char who lives near the hospital I'm going to (and near my school...which is near the hospital). Police guys that met me at the hospital were pretty cool. Get to see face all bloody. It was pretty cool and not as bad as thought. Family eventually gets to ER. All is well. Get stitches. Get to leave. Go to Char's to rest up. Last 2 weeks = Where the fuck they go? Recovery, doctor's, line-up for the bad guys. Can't pick out the bad guy with 100% confidence (narrowed it to 2).
Not a victim. I'm a survivor.
Phew. That's a long one. Sorry guys. I just had to get everything out.