MMVM_Kaputt
December 31st, 2009, 03:52 PM
Kendra was my first real friend, we met at a park when I was five and she was a couple of years older. We clicked instantly, we had so much in common...we both loved swings, pokemon, smileys and other random stuff...
We told each other our "secrets" stuff when, at such a young age, seemed like the biggest thing ever, how I had nightmares alot and how she hated her new teacher.
We were friends for years...but on December 27th 2006 when she was just 14 and I was 13...she called me up, in tears and wanting to meet up. Of course... I agreed, the first callous thought that ran through my head was that her boyfriend had dumped her...what else was I supposed to think?
We met outside a little coffee shop, where she told me that her father had been sexually abusing her since she was three...that she couldn't take it any more, she needed to tell someone. I can still remember the smell of her perfume when she told me this, how I held her while she cried.
I asked her if her mum knew and she said no, I asked her if she wanted to tell her...her mum seemed to be one of the nicest people I knew, she was always smiling and so easygoing and she seemed to be able to make anything right.
Kendra nodded, and we agreed that I would go with her for support.
On the 28th...we went while Kendra's father was at work...her mum just looked shocked, didnt say anything. Then she just went mad, she was screaming at Kendra...calling her a liar...she kicked me out of the house and threatened to have a restraining order put on me if I ever came near the house again. I left in tears, hoping she would come round and support her daughter.
On the 30th December 2006...My 14th birthday I got a call at 3:02am from Kendras mum, saying she was dead. She had hung herself late evening on the 29th.
Her funeral was January 1st...great start to a new year...I saw the bastard there, told him I knew what he did...told him that he couldnt hurt her anymore. Her mum divorced him, and last year he got sent away for what he did, I guess she saw sense then...he's behind bars.
Ever since then, I've been feeling guilty...I was the one who suggested she tell her mum, if I had come up with a better option...childline? The Samaritans? Would she still be alive?
Sorry about how long this is...I just needed to get it off my chest because I've been carrying it around for so long, even saying that makes me feel guilty because her burden was so much greater than mine and she didn't complain about it.
Thanks for reading, and I'm sorry its so long.
We told each other our "secrets" stuff when, at such a young age, seemed like the biggest thing ever, how I had nightmares alot and how she hated her new teacher.
We were friends for years...but on December 27th 2006 when she was just 14 and I was 13...she called me up, in tears and wanting to meet up. Of course... I agreed, the first callous thought that ran through my head was that her boyfriend had dumped her...what else was I supposed to think?
We met outside a little coffee shop, where she told me that her father had been sexually abusing her since she was three...that she couldn't take it any more, she needed to tell someone. I can still remember the smell of her perfume when she told me this, how I held her while she cried.
I asked her if her mum knew and she said no, I asked her if she wanted to tell her...her mum seemed to be one of the nicest people I knew, she was always smiling and so easygoing and she seemed to be able to make anything right.
Kendra nodded, and we agreed that I would go with her for support.
On the 28th...we went while Kendra's father was at work...her mum just looked shocked, didnt say anything. Then she just went mad, she was screaming at Kendra...calling her a liar...she kicked me out of the house and threatened to have a restraining order put on me if I ever came near the house again. I left in tears, hoping she would come round and support her daughter.
On the 30th December 2006...My 14th birthday I got a call at 3:02am from Kendras mum, saying she was dead. She had hung herself late evening on the 29th.
Her funeral was January 1st...great start to a new year...I saw the bastard there, told him I knew what he did...told him that he couldnt hurt her anymore. Her mum divorced him, and last year he got sent away for what he did, I guess she saw sense then...he's behind bars.
Ever since then, I've been feeling guilty...I was the one who suggested she tell her mum, if I had come up with a better option...childline? The Samaritans? Would she still be alive?
Sorry about how long this is...I just needed to get it off my chest because I've been carrying it around for so long, even saying that makes me feel guilty because her burden was so much greater than mine and she didn't complain about it.
Thanks for reading, and I'm sorry its so long.