The first roommates I ever had were two sisters. The 3 of us rented a 3 bedroom in a nice complex in Marietta, GA. While one sister was nice, responsible and clean, the other sister was loud, filthy and frankly a big pain in my arse. She had a habit of taking prescription pills and then drinking ungodly amounts of alcohol or wine. One day my boyfriend and I came back to my place and found my roommate passed out on the living room couch. In her left hand was a burnt out cigarette. In her right hand was a 1/2 full glass of wine. She was completely nude and on her inner thighs and lower stomach was what appeared to be smeared blood. I started yelling her name and she wouldn’t wake up. I slapped her cheeks a few times and still no waking up. She was mumbling something but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I called her sister and asked what I should do. The sister said to call 911. I called 911 and of course, 3 cops cars, 1 ambulance and 1 fire truck show up. In a matter of minutes there were 9 members of the Cobb County Law Enforcement standing in my living room. One man called out my roommates name and she immediately woke up. When she did, she started screaming like she was in the most excruciating pain. She threw her wine glass at the men and jumped up and charged at them. Mind you, she’s still naked at this point. She demanded to know who called them and once she found out that it was me, she charged at me. It took 3 men to tackle her and the whole time she was screaming that she was going to kill me and used every curse word and bad name in the book. The policemen said it was probably a good idea that I leave for a bit because it might not be too safe. They kept trying to have the medical team check her out but she didn’t want anyone touching her. I’m not sure what ever happened at the end. I stayed with my boyfriend and 1 week later, I moved out.