I am writing this for posterity.
Approximately 6 weeks ago, I was robbed in my apartment. I have told this story to a few people but it’s easier to give an abridged version of it, you know? I am writing it out here and now because I think it is important that I remember what happened.
My apartment building is attached to a hotel. It’s one big place but has a separate entrance to the apartment side on each floor.
It was my day off, a sudden change in schedule and all I did was laze in my room at home. I believe it was 7.10-ish in the evening, I was in an oversized T-shirt, no trousers, just underwear, no bra because come on, I was not going anywhere, I was at home, I was relaxed. I heard the sound falling coins but thought nothing of it. It was likely my neighbour who dropped something outside my door.
I’m watching youtube videos while lying on my bed when the next thing I knew, there was a guy in my room. Taller than me, bearded, no glasses, wearing a cap, a t-shirt and at that point, I could only remember that his bottoms were made of jeans-material.
The first thing that came to my mind was ‘holy shit am I hallucinating?’
He came at me with a knife, I think it was just a small steak knife, and told me not to scream. So instead of listening, I screamed. I knew my neighbour was home and I screamed her name.
He told me to shut up. He asked for my phone and I gave it to him. Then he started looking around, looking at what else to take perhaps. I asked him if I could get my phone back to take out the SIM card, all the time saying ‘Encik, tolonglah’ while trying not to cry. He gave it back and I tried turning it off, realising that I could get to the EMERGENCY button that way.
I think he saw that. And he grabbed it back from me while shoving the knife at me.
This whole time I was just seated on my bed. I do not know if I prayed at that point. I think I might have. I remember thinking ‘okay, you have no bottoms on. You need to get something to cover yourself. There’s a knife in the kitchen drawer. Is it smarter to get that knife and defend yourself?’
And so I got up. I covered myself with my blanket.
The guy asked for my pincode to get into my phone. I think I gave it to him. or at least the first few numbers. He was punching it in when I ran and screamed my head off.
I was lucky that I made it out the door. I have never run so fast in my life. Blanket gathered around me, no slippers and screaming.
He pushed past me from the floor entrance of the apartment and ran down a side emergency staircase. I ran to the elevators and spotted a person staying in the hotel. I told her to call the police. ‘No English, no English’.
Of course. Why wouldn’t it be that the one person I see is unable to speak a language I could?
I contemplated getting into the lift and telling the security guard when I realised the lifts would take to too long, and that the guy would have made it down by now.
I went back into my apartment, my neighbour was out of her place at that point. I told her I just got robbed. I told her to call the police while I went back in, put on trousers, tried not to freak out and grabbed my car keys.
The wonderful police on the phone just told me to go Police Station A. They did not come to the building at that point. My neighbour did not offer to go with me or drive me. I felt “extremely supported” at that point. I called my mom using my neighbour’s phone. She did not pick up. I called my dad.
‘Please do not freak out but I just got robbed in my apartment’
‘You got what? Locked out of the apartment?’
‘no dad, I got robbed in my apartment. A guy came in, took my phone. I’m going to the police station now but I do not think I can stay here tonight.’
My parents live two hours away.
So I went into the lift, got to the ground floor and told the security guard that I just got robbed. I told him which floor, which unit number and asked if I could get a guard to accompany me to my car because I was f-ing terrified.
When I got to my car, with the accompanying security, I noticed that the passenger seat at the front was pushed forward. Everything in my glove compartment was on the ground. I was confused because I did not leave it that way. Why would I leave it that way?
And then when I was about to exit, I realised that my parking cards was gone. My toll card was gone. Then it hit me. The guy got into my car as well. I was shaking at the idea that his hands have touched everything there.
The best part- I told the guy in charge of the parking area about what happened. He told me I would still have to pay. I had only RM3 in my wallet at that point. He took it regardless.
I’m glad that I knew where the police station was. The officer took my statement and told me I had to go to Police Station B to see the investigating officer (IO).
So I did. Police Station B was at another side of town and was extremely dark. The policeman at the entrance told me I had to walk in to the old building and look for the IO myself.
Yes, this was about 8-ish at night, and the whole building was dark. There were no lights. I guess these people were brave and were carrying guns so it didn’t matter to them but damn it, I was just robbed, I was scared and I had to walk all by myself.
I went to see the IO. He took my statement. And then I had to wait for the photographer and the fingerprinting person to show up, so I waited with him.
When we went back to the apartment, I brought the cops up, I showed them the unit. They asked me why ‘this door’ and ‘that door’ were not locked in the building. I had no answers. They took photos of things. The attempted to fingerprint the phone case but no prints came out. He also stole my laptop which meant that I had to make one additional police report.
The coins-falling sound? It was his coins all over the bathroom floor. The perpetrator’s coins. And I did nothing. I did nothing when that occurred.
Then we went down to the security room and watch the tape.
I watched the jackass wander in through the apartment entrance, and climb up through my bathroom window (it is located at the corridor). I saw my parents come into the building at that point so I went out to see them.
Only then did I allow myself to cry.
I did not stay the night. I went back home ‘home’ with my parents and brother, only to discover the the jackass had transferred money out of my bank account. I made a third police report for that.
That next week was basically me crying for no reason, receiving really unsupportive words from a supervisor when I told her that I needed to take emergency leave for ONE day, having good friends come stay with me for 2 nights, and having my parents come up and stay with me for the rest of the week. I did a photofit, which is a digital recreation of how the person looks like. It was only 60% accurate in my opinion.
Until I had to do a police line-up two weeks later, I barely slept. I woke up at least twice a night. I stopped smiling at strangers. I jumped each time someone spoke to me. I could barely go out. I owned four different pepper sprays because my brother bought them for me.
I could not use lifts by myself. I could not go back into that building by myself.
When we did the police line-up, all I could think of was that scene from BROOKLYN NINE NINE. Believe me, it was not funny. It was not remotely hilarious. It was nerve wrecking. I had to stare at ten different faces but I knew in my gut which one it was.
After that, I could sleep better knowing he was behind bars. I felt a little lighter. I had to identify the items I owned from what the police had gathered. Thankfully they were there, except my hospital ID.
On July 1st, I asked the IO when I could get my stuff back. He said I couldn’t because the guy did not admit guilt, and that he would go to trial. And the best part- he was out on bail. You would think that the cops would have informed me of that important detail but I had to ask to find out. I had to literally ask if the guy was still in jail.
out. on. bail.
Instantly that fear came back and an impending anxiety attack. I know realistically he would not have come after me but the irrational fear remained. He knew my car. What if I bumped into him somewhere? What if he saw my car in a mall or in the hospital region or anywhere and decided to cause damage, or wait for me or.. ? It did not help to spiral.
I do not know when the trial will be. I am guessing I will have to be a witness. I do not look forward to that day. I never want to see him again. I never want to have to think about it.
I was better and then I was back to being not.
Till now, I have an aversion to men with similar facial hair, to men wearing baseball caps. I am paranoid of everything. I sleep with sharp scissors beside my pillow. I go nowhere without pepper spray.
I want to forget about June 1st and the crap that came after that, but I cannot. I cannot allow myself to because it may be relevant for the trial. I cannot let myself forget his face. I cannot let myself forget the fear of being hurt or raped when he violated my privacy. I cannot let myself forget the trauma of not being able to sleep, of not being able to feel comfortable ever again.
My personal opinions on how law enforcement treated me shall remain with me and to those I have spoken to about this. I do not need to shame the police but I will say that I am grateful that they caught the guy.
The only blessing to come from this horrifying moment is that it has made me more cautious. I am more vigilant about locking up after myself, of making sure I have means of protecting myself.
Yes, thank goodness he did not do more that day.
But what he did was enough to violate the peace of mind I had. He entered my home, the place that is suppose to be the safest. He entered my home while I was inside it. That just distresses me in a way that I cannot explain. This is truly one of those times when ‘you don’t get it until you’ve gone through it’.
Nothing in 2019 has gone the way I thought it would. I have been lucky in some aspects but wrecked in others. June 1st was an impetus for certain big decisions in my life and will forever impact future choices.
I do not wish it on anyone.