Well, my sister moved into that crappy excuse for an apartment today. Not only is the neighborhood crappy, but the apartment itself sucks. It reeks of cigarette smoke and there is mold in the kitchen and the sink. My dad did finally convince her to take his old .38 but she doesn't have a permit to carry it yet and I don't think she'd have the presence of mind to use it. I hate this situation but I guess there's nothing I can do. I can't babysit her anymore. I just hate worrying about it through.
I guess if any good comes from this, I don't have to share a bathroom with her any more. My sister has no respect for other peoples' personal belongings. She not only leaves the bathroom a mess every time she takes a bath, but she's always taking my camping gear without my permission and then losing/breaking it. She lost my old Eagle Scout knife, which had me really pissed off. My scout master gave me that when I became an Eagle Scout and it's pretty much irreplaceable. Sure, I bought another one at the local scouting store, but that other one had sentimental value. She cracked my parents' glass top stove with a skillet and didn't seem to care, but if you so much as touch anything that belongs to her, she goes ballistic. She's really a you-know-what and I cant fathom how she came to be like that. She certainly wasn't raised like that. She's one of those people that has to learn everything the hard way. She snaps at you if you try to give her advice and thinks everything should revolve around her.
I hope everything turns out alright because she's still part of my family, but part of me is glad to see her move out regardless. I would be less worried if she had picked a better neighborhood.