I had a pretty good childhood from what I remember. My dad worked 3rd shift, so he was asleep by the time I'd come home from school. We were so happy when they put him on 1st. I had a ton of friends (as children do) and my mom was awesome and I even got along with my siblings. Now that you know that my life wasn't complete shit from the beginning, let's skip ahead to the real beginning, shall we?
This is as complete a document as I can provide. This is everything I remember about Scott and what happened without going into graphic detail. Emily doesn't need to freak out again..
I was 11. I was at my mom's, jumping on the trampoline with my brother and a friend. He came out of no where and wanted to use the phone. My brother helped him out and he went on his way. A few days later, he started calling the house. I guess he got the number off caller ID from whoever he called. Next thing I know, I was at someone's house with my brother and he was there. He wouldn't leave me alone, he wouldn't go away. We smoked a little pot and that was the first time I tried shrooms. That experience was -awesome- but this isn't about that. I asked for water, so Mike went to get it. I told him it tasted weird and he said it was from the well, so I drank it anyway. I didn't know about roofies yet.
We went for a walk, Mike stole a cat and dropped it off a few blocks down the road from where he picked it up. Scott wouldn't leave me alone again. He kept trying to hold my hand and kiss me and he was 22.. He smelled like smoke and coffee and bread and he was 3 times my size. I don't know how it happened, but somehow I got separated from my brother. He grabbed me and dragged me up a hill into some trees and then I was on the ground. I remember trying to get up and him knocking me down over and over again and then it was dark because my shirt was over my eyes. I tried to scream. I did everything I could do and it wasn't enough. So clearly do I remember seeing my brother walk by and trying so hard to get to him, to make him hear me..
I eventually got away. And all I knew to do was run my athletic ass in the direction that I saw my brother walking. I finally caught up to him, but I was too tired and couldn't speak by the time I did. He took me back to Mike's house and I went to bed. I woke up and Mike was in bed with me. His hand was in my pants and his face was so close to my neck that it was sweating from his breath. I screamed that time. I didn't hesitate. My brother came running in there and dragged him out of the bed, dragged him outside, and beat the hell out of him. So Mike's mom called the cops and we ran. Now keep in mind that I was like 75-80 lbs and no taller than 5'2". And I had drugs in my system that I'd never had before. So with all that activity and blood loss, I got a little loopy.
A patrolling officer saw us walking up the road and pulled over. I couldn't stand or speak. He thought I was drunk and he put something in my mouth and told me to blow. Two red 0's flashed and everything started getting black. I remember being put in the back of his car. And I thought I was dreaming that everything was liquid and black and too thick to breathe and I was sinking. And then it got very still in my head and there was this...not really a light, but sort of?... It was more like Navi for the afterlife. It told me I was dead and that I needed to go back because it wasn't time for me yet.
I woke up on my mother's couch drenched with sweat and urine, apparently. I made my way to the bathroom to change clothes and just cried. At the time, I didn't really know why I was crying. I guess it was Emily because it all happened to her from the point of being drug up the hill. She gave me the memory back not too long ago, actually, because she was told I could handle it. So anyways, that's the first part. The second part is just a few sentences.
By the time I told someone what I thought happened, it'd been too long to go to court because any kind of vaginal evidence was gone. But he got what he deserved. If only I could have been the guy that killed him... When I found out he was dead... I can't explain that feeling. Elation? Peace? Freedom? So many things went through my mind and I felt so many different things.. I only wish that's where it really ended...
I eventually got away. And all I knew to do was run my athletic ass in the direction that I saw my brother walking. I finally caught up to him, but I was too tired and couldn't speak by the time I did. He took me back to Mike's house and I went to bed. I woke up and Mike was in bed with me. His hand was in my pants and his face was so close to my neck that it was sweating from his breath. I screamed that time. I didn't hesitate. My brother came running in there and dragged him out of the bed, dragged him outside, and beat the hell out of him. So Mike's mom called the cops and we ran. Now keep in mind that I was like 75-80 lbs and no taller than 5'2". And I had drugs in my system that I'd never had before. So with all that activity and blood loss, I got a little loopy.
A patrolling officer saw us walking up the road and pulled over. I couldn't stand or speak. He thought I was drunk and he put something in my mouth and told me to blow. Two red 0's flashed and everything started getting black. I remember being put in the back of his car. And I thought I was dreaming that everything was liquid and black and too thick to breathe and I was sinking. And then it got very still in my head and there was this...not really a light, but sort of?... It was more like Navi for the afterlife. It told me I was dead and that I needed to go back because it wasn't time for me yet.
I woke up on my mother's couch drenched with sweat and urine, apparently. I made my way to the bathroom to change clothes and just cried. At the time, I didn't really know why I was crying. I guess it was Emily because it all happened to her from the point of being drug up the hill. She gave me the memory back not too long ago, actually, because she was told I could handle it. So anyways, that's the first part. The second part is just a few sentences.
By the time I told someone what I thought happened, it'd been too long to go to court because any kind of vaginal evidence was gone. But he got what he deserved. If only I could have been the guy that killed him... When I found out he was dead... I can't explain that feeling. Elation? Peace? Freedom? So many things went through my mind and I felt so many different things.. I only wish that's where it really ended...
