Heather's Story
We can stop it!
My name is Carly, Carly Sanders and my best friends name was Heather Marks. We met in first grade and I can recall the day perfectly. It was sunny out and we were playing on the playground, I had seen her there after school hours when I was playing with my dad and my little brother Billy. I pushed him down the slide when she came walking up. She had on a long sleeve shirt and pants and I thought that was weird because it was still warm out. I was in Capri and a t-shirt, but I didn’t question her not then anyway. We started to play and I said "Where’s your daddy?"
"At home." She responded flatly.
"Why doesn’t he play with you?" I asked again, we were swinging on the swings and she pushed herself higher.
"He’s busy." Was all she said.
We became close and now it was fourth grade, four years later and we were still friends. But heather had this weird thing of always wearing long sleeves and pants. Now I didn’t notice this much until third grade. I mean I thought it was her style, dress as you please don’t affect me, right? Or so I thought, watching what people wear is a big part of abuse and things that they do or things that happen to them.
We were on the playground again and this time it was during school. I asked her "Why is u still wearing long sleeves and pants?"
"I will tell you only if you promise not to tell anyone."
"Okay." I said promising.
She pulled up her sleeve and said "See this; this is what my daddy does." She pointed to two fist marks on her right arm she pulled up her stomach and said "See this one, that one was from my brother and those three are from my daddy." The one she said was from her brother was a bite mark
"My brother bites me sometimes too." I said trying to push it off, because although I have gotten spanked I had never gotten bruised.
When I went home I told my dad and he said it would be okay.
The days past and soon you could see other parts of Heather’s body was becoming bruised, her neck which was visible. Then the next day she didn’t come to school. I told my dad and he said on Monday he would tell the teacher. I agreed.
Monday came and when my dad dropped me off I saw him go over to Mrs. Macintyre. Then he turned to me and I saw a tear escape his eye he quickly covered it with a cough and his hand wiping it away, and maybe then it meant nothing but now it does.
He walked over to me and knelt down "Carly." He said "See
Heather won’t be coming to school today."
"She’s sick." I said "Kevin had the flu the other day too."
"No, Carly, She isn’t coming back."
That’s when it sunk in, she was gone. Now being older and
looking back I knew that we all should have questioned it that I should have reported it and those things could have turned out better. I hope that if anyone deals with a situation like this please go tell right away don’t let anyone tell you, don’t let them beg or plead. Things can go bad and fast, child abuse is terrible and why loses children to a thing like that. Listen to Carly’s story and take this into consideration. Please!
And watch the video "Alyssa Lies" by Jason Michael Caroll; even if you don’t like this type of music just listen!
"At home." She responded flatly.
"Why doesn’t he play with you?" I asked again, we were swinging on the swings and she pushed herself higher.
"He’s busy." Was all she said.
We became close and now it was fourth grade, four years later and we were still friends. But heather had this weird thing of always wearing long sleeves and pants. Now I didn’t notice this much until third grade. I mean I thought it was her style, dress as you please don’t affect me, right? Or so I thought, watching what people wear is a big part of abuse and things that they do or things that happen to them.
We were on the playground again and this time it was during school. I asked her "Why is u still wearing long sleeves and pants?"
"I will tell you only if you promise not to tell anyone."
"Okay." I said promising.
She pulled up her sleeve and said "See this; this is what my daddy does." She pointed to two fist marks on her right arm she pulled up her stomach and said "See this one, that one was from my brother and those three are from my daddy." The one she said was from her brother was a bite mark
"My brother bites me sometimes too." I said trying to push it off, because although I have gotten spanked I had never gotten bruised.
When I went home I told my dad and he said it would be okay.
The days past and soon you could see other parts of Heather’s body was becoming bruised, her neck which was visible. Then the next day she didn’t come to school. I told my dad and he said on Monday he would tell the teacher. I agreed.
Monday came and when my dad dropped me off I saw him go over to Mrs. Macintyre. Then he turned to me and I saw a tear escape his eye he quickly covered it with a cough and his hand wiping it away, and maybe then it meant nothing but now it does.
He walked over to me and knelt down "Carly." He said "See
Heather won’t be coming to school today."
"She’s sick." I said "Kevin had the flu the other day too."
"No, Carly, She isn’t coming back."
That’s when it sunk in, she was gone. Now being older and
looking back I knew that we all should have questioned it that I should have reported it and those things could have turned out better. I hope that if anyone deals with a situation like this please go tell right away don’t let anyone tell you, don’t let them beg or plead. Things can go bad and fast, child abuse is terrible and why loses children to a thing like that. Listen to Carly’s story and take this into consideration. Please!
And watch the video "Alyssa Lies" by Jason Michael Caroll; even if you don’t like this type of music just listen!
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