Last night, By and I were fast asleep when the door buzzed at 2 a.m. Shocked and surprised, we opened the door to our young neighbour, Jazzy, who was crying hysterically. We pulled her into our apartment, thinking she's drunk and there's some silly tizzy next door. How wrong we were.
Jazzy was attacked in her apartment last night.
Jazzy is a little 18 year old girl from small town Alberta. She just moved to the city a couple months ago and from what we can hear at night, has been living it up.
Between sobs, she told me she was attacked and raped. I made her call 911. She and some friends were at a bar last night, and she met an older man. He paid for her friend to go home in a cab, and took Jazzy back to her place. He walked her up to her apartment, where he shoved her inside her apartment and attacked her. The rest of the story gets blurry, and it's none of my business.
She went out that night, she said, "to forget what happened two weeks ago". What happened two weeks ago is the scary part. Again, she went out with friends. She says she had two drinks and doesn't remember anything until the next morning when she woke up bloodied and in pain.
From her account, this little girl was raped twice in two weeks.
Jazzy shook me up last night and even today. What shakes me the most is that she was a victim twice in as many weeks. I think back on my youth and all the dumb things I did and thank god that I was never a victim.
No one's home at Jazzy's house this afternoon. I hope she's safe. We saw her come home this morning in a cab. I hope she's in a safe place, where she can heal. It's a tough lesson to learn, and poor Jazzy learned it the hardest way possible.
xoxoSallyS
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Whoa.
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