So about three years ago I met this girl while on my bus ride home, she was pretty damn cool. We had similar music tastes and generally similar plans for our future, we exchanged numbers and what not and decided we’d talk once we both got home. Skip to a couple hours later and I’m getting ready for bed and she calls me. We end up talking for hours and hours until I here the birds chirping, I just pulled an all nighter with this girl I just met 😂. We begin talking regularly and even hanging out, she’s really nice but I noticed that whenever I’d move too suddenly she’d flinch really hard. It didn’t make sense at the time but it does now. It was around fall getting close to winter so long sleeves were basically a staple but she’d wear them even when she was over my place. My dumbass didn’t notice that eitherSkip forward a couple months and we’re as close as can be and she opens up to me a bit, she explains her mom had been killed in a car accident driving her to soccer practice, if you think that’s as bad as her story gets well you’d be mistaken. Her dad had a drinking problem which only got worse after the accident, turns out he’s been abusing the hell out of her and blaming her for his wife’s death. I was left utterly speechless for a while before doing my best to comfort her. See I had suffered abuse as a kid so I could sympathize with her if that’s the right word. She was going through a serious depression but I was there for her every step of the way. Hell we even had some amazing sleep overs.(if y’all want to hear those stories just leave a comment)Come about November 19 , 2018, it had snowed a shit ton, my parents were out of town and I was home alone just playing Xbox. I get a call from her asking if she could stay at my place, her voice had a different tone than it usually did. It was completely empty and devoid of emotion, it broke my heart to hear her like that so of course I told her she could. She showed up an hour later, her clothes were drenched from the snow and sleet but not only that her face was covered in bruises and her lip was busted open. I quickly went to my room to get her some dry clothes, when I came back down she was getting undressed and that might of been when I was completely sickened by what people can do to their on children. She had cuts and bruises all over her body, it looked like someone had taken a knife to her. I did whatever I could to bandage the cuts up so they wouldn’t get infected, pretty sure I used up all the gauze my mom brought home from the hospital but not the point. I asked her what happened and she just couldn’t hold it back anymore she slid down against the wall and into the fetal position and began bawling her eyes out. She told me about what her father had done to her that night and I just couldn’t bear to listen to it. I’ll be honest I cried for her as well, I offered to call the police but she basically fought me not too. I shouldn’t have listened to her looking back on it nowI eventually made her some peppermint tea and some cinnamon eggos, it was something simple but she loved it. Once she calmed down a bit I helped her my couch and got her wrapped up in some soft blankets. I just did the best I could do to comfort her but it barely seemed to have any impact. A couple more hours passed and she eventually asks me to take my shirt off. Weird request but I obliged, she crawled over to me and wrapped her arms around my body and held onto me as tight as she could. I just softly ran my fingers through her hair and tried to relax her, she eventually unzipped the hoodie I gave her and pressed her mostly exposed chest against mine and let out a soft relieved sigh, as if all her pain was slipping away in that moment.Things slowly got better from then on or at least I thought they did, Dec 31st 2018 at about 10pm I got a call from her aunt telling me that she had taken her own life. I hadn’t heard from her that whole week considering we had an argument bc of me doing something fucking stupid. I miss her, I wish I didn’t ditch her to go get drunk at some stupid fucking house party. I can’t stop blaming myself for her loss...(Posted in a couple other threads b4 I realized this would be a better place) via /r/sadstories https://ift.tt/3jrPC1s
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