The Sound and the Fury

Today was such a weird and interesting day. I felt sort of bummed this morning, I think being completely roommateless has bugged me more than I thought it would (since I thought I would love it.) I decided to just set my sights on church and focus on good positive things to lift my spirits, and this afternoon after church I was feeling better, but sort of restless.
I thought about taking a walk for about an hour, and then I finally decided to take one. It was a long walk too. I walked up to campus in a roundabout way and settled on the little pool area next to the MOA with all the statues. I was reading and sort of dozing, and it was eerily quiet, I loved it. This may sound odd but I'd walk right up to the statues and stare them in the face, analyzing the artwork in front of me. It was like real people frozen in time. I did eventually however start on my trek home. I decided to go the old familiar way down the hill behind the JSB and then walk along 200 E for a bit.
Once I crossed the street at the bottom of the hill however I heard a woman screaming. Short screams, coming repeatedly, I didn't like the sound of them. My walking slowed as I tried to discern which apartment the screams were coming from. I couldn't see anyone outside. I then heard what sounded like someone pounding on the door (I later discovered it was the woman running) then a quiet moaning wimper and a man yelling in an angry voice, then the door slammed. I froze for a second, then turned and saw a girl standing outside, I wasn't sure if this was screaming girl or someone else, but as I slowly started toward her she saw me and said, "did you hear that?" "Yes." "What do you think we should do?" She asked. "I think we should call the police." I responded. Which she then did. The police came and asked us a few questions and then started upstairs to the apartment where the action happened. One of the officers turned and asked if we could stay to fill out a report to which we responded yes. I then turned to the girl who had been shaking the whole time she was on the phone and then when I started talking to her she began to cry.
I felt bad for the girl, but we talked and I tried to calm her down and then we filled the police report out together. The police told us that they were grateful we called and that the situation would have gotten much worse if they hadn't gotten there when they did (apparently the guy had a gun.)
I haven't really synthesized all of my thoughts on this yet. I just wanted to write it down. Sometimes its easy to assume when you see someone at church on Sunday that they have no issues in their life which can be dangerous to other people. It reminded me of when I was a freshman coming up here and before my parents left my dad pulled me aside and said, "Lindsey, everyone here has signed the Honor Code just like you. Not everyone has the intention of keeping it. Be careful who you become friends with, be careful who you're alone with, and never assume someone is good just because they're Mormon. Stay in tune with the Spirit, trust those promptings, and never worry about hurting other people's feelings when it comes to your own safety."
Words to live by.