You know how when you try to help someone you care about and because a person can only help themselves, it backfires. Well I stopped a person who was determined to make yesterday their last day on earth, and I'm not just saying it lightly, they were running out into oncoming traffic, trying bags around their head. However in the process of extending their life against their will (for belief that they weren't in their right mind when making such a choice) a series of events occurred which ended up with the person picking a fight with cops, and then getting a rodney king beating from the cops who weren't fucking around, thus messing up her body beyond belief to the point where the doctors declared her crippled and wheelchair bound and morphine-drip bound and likely destined to life off disability and in pain for the rest of her life.
I know it's not my fault. I tried to get her to leave when the cops were laughing her off and she wanted to be arrested and sleep in jail. But she just wouldn't stop escalating against a group of cops and once she started assaulting them they took me aside and told me to go out of view and that's apparently when they did their beating.
My cats, which are my awesome kids (one of them has always thought he was a dog, so we play fetch and he gives me his paw and he likes to be held cradled like a baby and go to sleep in my arms) are gone. All the furniture in my house is gone practically (even all the stuff I paid for that we got together), and my SO is gone (which was something that happening but was supposed to be done in a friendly way) and looks like those people you see in the ER shows.
Things went bad.
