Some of these are horrifying...
“The car swerved to miss me and went straight into a tree killing the whole family; Mom, Dad and two Sons. I lived in an extremely small town and the aftermath was horrible.
Long after the candle light vigils (that I still see in my nightmares) and memorials ended I and my family were bullied, harrassed and generally shunned. Kids can be horrible, but as a child I understood that. But the adults of the town; they were cruel.
They called me MK, Murder Kid. By age 13 I attempted suicide. After a lenghty hospital stay my family had to move to across the State out of the town we went generations back in.”
“Im all grown now and only recently felt safe going back there and to the hill that changed everything, part of my continuing therapy. The worst part about it is at the spot where they died there is a perfectly maintained Cross and flowers bearing their names.
Someone still mourns them. Brings flower and clears the weeds away. I was not prepared for that. It ripped open any feelings of closure I had. In my head, it was over for everyone but me. It wasn’t
So how do I live now? One day at a time. There are good ones and bad one but not a day goes by that I don’t think about it. It is like living with a disfigurement, perhaps that biblical Mark of Cain? I feel others can see it in my eyes the same way I can.” (TendingtoWander)
I was 13 years old living in Norway. Growing up I loved climbing trees, so me and my friends would climb the tallest ones we could find. (our town in Norway was quite small and quite high in elevation so the best trees were down towards the river) We decided to get together one friday and head down to the river to do some climbing. We always took a backpack with lunch and snacks and water with us so we could hang out in our tree until dark. It was my friends younger brother (11) who was carrying the backpack full of snacks, and I was carrying the backpack full of drinks.