I used to know this girl.
We met years ago when we were both in the fourth grade and at first my instincts were to stay away from her but one day we ended up walking home together and became friends.
Fast forward several years. We are both in our thirties and she'd been in and out of trouble with the law and in and out of mental institutes and was basically a very messed up lady.
My boyfriend couldn't stand her but I felt loyal to her since we'd been friends for so long.
I found out later that a lot of people I'd introduce her to felt put off by her and said she seemed very manipulative, even the adults when we were kids thought she was a bit odd.
One night she was hanging out at my house and told me she had to use the bathroom and would be right back.
Well, she was taking a rather long time so I went and knocked on the bathroom door, calling her name.
She didn't answer so I slowly opened the door to find her standing facing the bathtub. I gently said her name again and asked her if anything was wrong.
That was when she half turned and asked in an emotionless voice; "Do you know anything about stab wounds?
", then she finished turning around and showed me that her shirt was pulled up under her breasts and a large butcher knife was sticking out of her stomach.
I was too stunned to do anything at first and she said, trying to move past me, "I have to go see my Dad.
I'll call you later, okay?" as if a large metal object wasn't sticking out of her stomach! I mean didn't that hurt?
She never winced or showed any indication that she was in any kind of pain at all.
Well, my boyfriend and I managed to get her to stay put while we called an ambulance and, even though she didn't hit any of her vital organs,
she still had to spend a few nights in the hospital and afterwards she was transferred to our county's main hospital for the mentally ill as her action could have been a suicide attempt.
Having known this person for quite some time I have a mental treasure trove of messed up moments with her, but, this one was one of the most disturbing.
I'd like to point out that I didn't drop her as a friend for having some issues, and I was very supportive of helping her deal with some things,
but after many years it became clear that I had to make a choice between my own safety, both emotionally and physically, and my friendship with her.
So, in closing, even though I haven't seen or heard from her in over ten years now, I really hope she finally got the help she so desperately needed.