A bestfriend going through a hard time
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Okay, my story starts when I was in 5th grade (now I'm in 11th) anyway, I made lots of new friends, which I was in resource. Though I made great friends and still have them. My first day of school I was terrified! I mean it was scary for me, I literally was crying.
well anyway me and this girl became friends, her name was April. She became my best friend. She was funny, cool and a little crazy. April was the best friend I could ever ask for. She was a year older than me but we were in the same grade, we were in all the same classes all the way up to 9th and even then we had a few classes together. We always hung out and always acted crazy in the halls:) we acted like we owned the school...lol we weren't popular, but we did have lots of friends. I have lots of friends still today, but I ain't popular and I'm glad. When I was in 4th grade I got made fun of, though now days I just look down on the few people that made fun of me and don't say shit to them.
Anyway when I was 12 I was going through a lot, I was in 6th grade then and my dad and mom was getting a divorce. My dad was my best friend, I loved him more than anything else in the world. Everywhere he went, I went. Whenever we was home I would lay in his lap and we would watch TV. I was scared of storms then and so anytime it stormed I would go crazy, my dad however would drive me around during the storm (for some reason it made me feel safe). When I was about 7 or 8 I was having issues, and so I was in the hospital for about 3 weeks, the day I got out of one hospital I had to go to another one and stayed in there for about 2 weeks. My dad would lay in the hospital bed with me and we would watch good bugger. Anyway, once my dad left I went and saw him and then stopped. It was the day that I walked into his house to find a womans stuff and it all fancy and two yorkies running around, which was weird coz my dad never liked animals. Anyway, I stopped seeing him. I still love him more than anything and I went 4 years without seeing him until a few months ago, he was at the gas station about to go do a drug bust and I didn't want to see him, my brother did but I didn't. But I started crying and saying "I can't do this, I can't do this" and I jumped out of the car and ran to him. I was crying and my brother said so was he, he kept telling me he loved me and it felt like the old times.
My friend helped me get through my dad leaving me, she was there for me more than anyone else. I could talk to her about anything and she would listen and help me, then when it came time to give it back I honestly barely couldn't.
It started when she came to school one day and she looked at me and said "I need to tell you something."
I was like "okay what?"
Well she looked at me and she was like "my dad came in my room last night and he rapped me, what should I do?"
I was shocked, I was the first person she told and it killed me to know that that happened to my best friend, it happened on Halloween night, that next day she told me and the first thing that I could think of was for her to tell the principle so she did.
They took her away from her dad and she was in foster care, luckily her foster home people was here and so she didn't move away, but that's not all.
April, 2011 her father killed a cop.
He shot and killed one of our police men, and my cousin was the other cop on duty with him. It started with just a traffic stop,
J.S. was the cop he walked up to the drivers window and got that dude, can't remember the name. There was a total of 4 in the car, 2 women and 2 guys. Well when Officer J.S. was walking back to the car to the passengers window (which was her fathers) the door opened and he started firing at the officer. He shot the first time and shot officer J.S. in the hand and my cousin was the other cop C.O. well he was firing back at Jerry (Aprils dad) and Officer J.S. told him no, it went on for a few minutes when he shot officer j.s. again, this time he was on the ground when Jerry walked up to him, he got J.S. pistol from him and pointed it at J.S.
Officer Schmidt begged for his life, he begged for him not to kill him but he did. The last shot went through his jaw and killed him, Officer Schmidt had kids and a wife but never got to return to them.
My cousin Officer Over street had got shot to in the hand, but he lived. He told that "Officer Schmidt jumped in front of him."
My friend, she started going crazy after this, she started cutting herself and wanting to die, she thought it was her fault and I tried my best to let her know it wasn't. I told her that it wasn't her fault and that it was just the wrong place, wrong time...what else could i say? It was her dads fault, her dad was a druggie and everything else. He wasn't a good person and he's been in jail before. Thanks to him a Officer died.
Now my friend she don't live here anymore, after her last time saying she was going to kill herself they moved her to O.K. and she's doing better now, I still hear from her every once in a while. I miss her like crazy, she was my best friend! My sister, but she needed help, help that I couldn't help her with.
I miss her like crazy, and we will always hold that special friendship no matter what. She was there for me when I needed someone and I tried being there for her, but failed. I tried my best, but there was just some things I couldn't help her with.