“Do you have any idea who could have done this?” The police officer asks, noting down my answers and other little thinks which I am really curious about.
The police have been here for at least an hour now searching through my apartment, looking for any evidence. They have done finger print tests on the front door and things they thought might have been touched. Drake is standing right next to me, with his hand on my lower back. Comforting me even more than before.
“No idea.” I mumble, fiddling with my hands and I can feel Drakes thumb rubbing in a small circular motion. I feel like I should move away, not let him touch me. But I can’t, it’s so comforting and he is the only one here for me right now.
“Is anything stolen Miss Lukas?” The officer asks writing down things on his ‘secret’ notepad.
“Not that I could see.” I tell him, and I’m already sick of his questions. The tears have stopped and I have finally come to the conclusion that I no longer have control over the situation. I have no control on what’s happening in my life and I can’t do anything about it.
“Are you sure you don’t know anyone who could have possibly done this?” The officer asks again and I roll my eyes at him.
“I told you, no.” I snap, turning over to Drake who gives me a sympathetic look, telling me to calm down.
“Okay Miss Lukas, we will be done soon.” He tells me before turning away with his annoying clipboard and pen.
Less than 30 minutes later all the Officers have left the apartment and I am left to clean up. Drake is still hanging around, insisting he helps me. I doubt I’m going to finish all of this tonight. I can already feel my eyes closing and my body shutting down. Ready for sleep.
“I think you should stay at mine tonight.” Drake surprisingly blurts out, making me turn straight to him.
“I will be fine here.” I lie, feeling the nerves of staying by myself after this event has happened, rise to the top of my head.
“Harmony, honestly my apartment is open to stay.” He reassures me and I nod my head thanking him for his offer.
We end up cleaning for around an hour before I make Drake leave. He has done more than enough for me today and I honestly can’t tell him how thankful I am. I have never had someone in my life who I have felt more comfortable with even though I have only known him for a couple of weeks. I haven’t felt comfort in a person since my sister Cher, and it really hits a nerve feeling that comfort with someone new.
It’s dark outside now and I can feel my body getting ready to sleep. The apartment is still a mess and we didn’t even make it up to my bedroom to clean. I make my way up my swirly stairs, with my phone in hand to reach the horrible sight of my bedroom. I can’t even stand to look at it. Clothes are everywhere, my makeup has been messed around with and the picture of me and Cher has been shattered.
I quickly search through my clothes to try and find some pyjamas before clearing my bed of all my stuff. I place my phone on charge and slip myself under the doona’s, feeling the most unsafe I have in years. I can’t even explain the nerves and feelings that are swirling through my body. Someone today has had access to everything I own, scarier they were able to get into my apartment. It leaves you feeling completely violated even though they didn’t touch me. They have ransacked my belongings, they have looked at everything I own. And it makes you feel like someone has dug deep inside you and raided all your deepest darkest secrets. My apartment is the representation of me. Everything I own means something to me. So it’s like someone has picked up the insides of your head and brain and threw them everywhere. Searching for that one unknown thing.
