i live in/near a suburb with a pretty bad reputation.
i never really thought it was that bad though. it was all talk, after all, i've lived here all my life.
i used to joke about feeling unsafe. about how i was totally going to die working at night. about how i'd get mugged in the street. but i never really believed it. i mean i probably wouldn't walk around alone at night... but whatever, i'm sheltered, okay?
the last month or so however, i have been genuinely concerned.
around a month ago, a 17 year old boy was attacked by 3 other teens (16-20 years old), was taken to hospital in a critical condition, and died around a week later. the fatal blow was from a tomahawk, which is one of these in case you were wondering (i had no idea what it was). This was like 2 minutes down the road from my house.
a week or two later someone set a car on fire (i guess it must've been stolen) behind my parent's work. it must've been so hot that all the windows shattered, there're crazy smoke marks on the brick wall a few meters away, our BINS MELTED (this was actually kinda hilarious, except that the bin was full of paper, and we were really lucky it didn't set the whole place on fire) and you could see where the petrol had trickled out. i was very VERY surprised that the whole thing handed exploded from looking at it. asif that wasn't bad enough, what gets to me is that no one seems to care about anyone else. there are people who live in flats above my parent's office, and they KNEW about the car, yet no one thought to call the fire brigade? My dad had to do it in the morning, when he came to open the office up, and luckily the flames were dying down. My parents work together. Their business is very much a family one, if business is bad, it affects us so badly, because we are entirely invested in it. I don't know what we would've done.
later that same week, on the way back from the bank my dad saw some kind of fight where much blood was drawn, and he had to call the police.
just yesterday, someone was stabbed (multiple times) outside of my work. So i'm feeling particularly safe. the fight started outside my work, and the actual stabbing happened 2 doors down. i had to go to a meeting at work a few hours after it happened, and it looked like a scene froma movie. it didn't seem real. the street was blocked off, and i had to go in the back entrance, because they obviously weren't letting anyone through the crime scene.
uh so yeahhh... i'm freaked the fuck out. And i work at night 99% of the time. My parents have wanted me to quit for ages, because they said it wasn't safe, but i was like. yeah whatever, asif anything's going to happen. now i'm not so sure. I mean, this happened in BROAD DAYLIGHT (around 2 :40pm), who's to say what goes on at night. At the same time, i really need the work/money/experience.
so yeah, nothing new or exciting happening on my side. x
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It's a sad world, isn't it? There are so many horrible things going on just in our own neighbourhoods.
I think that sometimes a lot of seeminly violent areas are quite safe - in my experience - I used to live in a dangerous suburb that had a lot of gang-related violence, but soon discovered that unless you were in a gang, you were left completely alone. If that makes sense.
Still... be safe.
it does, most violence isn't random. i just worry about someone i know/me being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or having the rest of the gang come back to seek revenge because you had to give a statement that gave evidence against someone - i think the latter is me watching too many movies/my parents paranoia rubbing off.
around june last year, a backpacker was shot on flinders lane because he stepped in to help a girl who looked like she was being forced into a car. i would've been there when it happened, but i was lazy and slept in, instead of going to the library like i'd planned. its stuff like that that freaks me out.
i don't know if its just that i'm actually paying attention now, or if it is getting worse. but its depressing. pass the chocolate please.
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