This story takes place in 2011, when i was in my second year of middle school. For a little backround, back then i was part of the ’emo crowd’ which, currently, i really regret.
The person who got me into the scene, was a girl who i’ll call Blondie. Blondie was, at the time, my best friend. We had sleepovers all the time, we explored the woods, and listened to music. I was so caught up in having a best friend for once, that i didn’t notice everything wrong with her.
Maybe if i had, it would have saved me from a lot of problems. The first notible instance i can remember her being bad news, is when we were in school, at lunch.
She had a safety pin, and was talking all about how we would have to mark ourselves with the symbol of the proxy. In that phase, we were petty into scary stuff, and creepypasta. So, being an easily manipulated teenager, we decided to cut the symbol of the Proxy, a circle with an X in the middle, onto our skin.
Hers on her ankle, and mine on my hand. I still have a faint scar when i tan, but otherwise it’s no longer visible.
It makes me sick to look at now.
The other time, we were playing in the wooded part of my trailer park. Like i mentioned before, we were really into creepypasta at the time, so we tended to Live Action Roleplay as the characters.
So, to be in character, she decided to take my hunting knife with her as we walked around. We met up with a few other kids who lived in the park, and started playing around/rough housing like kids do. After a while of sword fighting with sticks, Blondie decided to do something else.
She took my hunting knife and held it to one of the other kids face, threatening him in character. I, being a naive kid, laughed and acted out the scene too, mocking him. But that kid was terrified for his life, i can tell that much looking back now. He left on his bike with a scratch on his cheek. We said nothing about it afterwards.
The next time something happened that now seems horrifying, is another time we had a sleepover. We were watching movies, some we probably shouldn’t have been at that age, and eventually i fell asleep. When i woke up, she was.. well. violating me.
To say the least, i was shocked, but not angry. How could i be mad at my best friend? At that point in my life, she had me wrapped around her finger so tight she could nearly kill me and i would still love her. She told me to shush, and “If you tell anyone, i’ll cut you like i did Lee..i’ll sacrifice you to the slender god..” (name changed for privacy).
I was too scared at that point to say anything. Maybe i didn’t want her to get in trouble, either. So I couldn’t say anything. I just went back to sleep.
When both my grandfather and my baby sister died and she began to mock me for it, I finally decided to cut ties with her. That had been just about all i could handle. It’s been seven years, and i’m now i’m highschool. Sometimes i see her around, but she never acknowledges me.
I know she recognizes me though. She tries to befriend my girlfriend on occasion, and even once flirted with her in front of me.
That threw me into a whole other downward spiral, and eventually led to me telling my therapist. That therapist and i went to the police to get all that she’s done (there was definitely more than those few stories) out there, but ultimately I decided to not press charges. It would be more trouble than it’s worth. Take my advice, If someone you’re supposedly friends with, does bad things to other people, or even you, i’d suggest revaluating who your friends actually are.