AmandaCarter
Dec 13, 2014, 08:31 PM
Before I go into what happened, let me give you a bit of background information about me and my friend.
We first met in public school, he was in grade 6 and I was in grade 7, and we were in a grade 6/7 split class. He was always very quiet and shy, but we did talk occasionally at school, but much more on social medias or other online chat sites. Throughout the years he gave off subtle hints that he fancied me, although never did anything too direct for fear that I did not reciprocate the feelings. We still remained friends though, and I'm glad we did, because without him, I may not have been alive today.
The events that I am referring to in the question happened earlier this year, near the beginning of school. I was 16 at the time and my friend, Isaac, was 14. I was sitting at home watching a movie at around 12:00-1:00am, and my parents were out of town for their anniversary, so I was alone. I was getting up to get a drink when I heard someone open the front door. I got very scared and hit behind a couch in the living room, and listened to what was happening. I heard someone rummaging around, presumably looking for items of value that he could take from the house. I pulled out my phone and tried to call the police, but I forgot how bright the phone was and it lite up like a spotlight. He noticed it and quickly ran over the couch, ripping the phone from my hands and pulling me out of my hiding spot. I was kicking and screaming for him to let me go, but he didn't listen. He dragged me into my bedroom and smacked me in the face, telling me to shut up, which I did. He then laid me down on the bed and tried to take my skirt off. I flailed around, trying to get him off me, but he just smacked me again and told me to shut up. He tore my skirt off, ripping it into pieces, and shoved a piece into my mouth to shut me up. He then removed my shirt, so I was wearing nothing but my underwear and bra. When he tried to take my underwear off I kicked and scratched, trying to get him off my, I even got the piece of skirt out of my mouth and tried screaming again, but no one could hear me because I was in the basement and the other houses on the street weren't very close together. He hit me again and told me he would shoot me if I didn't be quiet. He then proceeded to take off my underwear and put them in my mouth, this time putting them in farther so I couldn't take them out. He took of my bra next, then went to unzip his zipper, but that's where Isaac came in.
Him and his sister had been on a walk when they passed my house. He likes to go on walks late at night to clear his mind, and his sister does as well, so they usually go together through the neighborhood and talk for a few hours. They were walking down my street on my side of the road when they passed my house. He thought he heard someone screaming, and him being someone who's natural instinct is to help people in danger, he approached my house. He then heard the screaming again and busted through the door, pulling out his knife that he keeps on him when he goes out at night. He walked downstairs and down the hall to my room, and that's when I saw him. He looked at the man and saw what he was about to do, and I could see fire in his eyes. He despises rapists, murderers, and people who commit equally disgusting crimes, and believes they should be put down like the animals they are. He ran towards the man and stabbed him in the back, twisting the blade around in the wound. The man screamed and turned around, pulled out his gun and shot him square in the shoulder. Isaac fell down and the man pulled the knife from his back and stabbed him in the eye, but luckily the knife wasn't very long and he stabbed it in at a weird angle, so it didn't touch his brain. The man fled the room and went to run away, but bumped into Isaac's sister and dropped his gun. He left it behind and continued running, but that's when Isaac got back up.
I looked at him, and it looked like he was a completely different person. His body was pumped full of adrenaline, and he no longer understood logic or reason, the only thing that was on his mind was taking down the man who had tried to violate me. He got up and sprinted from the room and down the hall, passing his sister. He noticed the gun on the ground and picked it up, then continued out the door and into the night. He had no trouble catching up to the man, as he was very unfit and wasn't very fast compared to Isaac. When he got close enough he fired the gun and hit the man in the knee, knocking him to the ground. He approached the man and shot out his other knee and his elbows, as well at his genitals, believing them to be the most painful places to be shot. He then knelt down beside him, and in a fit of rage, started viciously punching the mans face in, breaking multiple bones in his hand as he did so. When the man started pleading for his life, he went behind him, wrapped his arm around the mans neck, and starting choking him to death. When the man was almost out of consciousness, he put the gun to the side of his head, and fired, killing him instantly.
By this time multiple people had come outside to see what was going on, and called the police when they saw. Isaac paid no attention and came right back into the house to see what the man had done to me. He walked past his sister, and she screamed when she saw his face, but he paid no attention. He walked back downstairs to my room, where I was huddled into a ball in the corner. He was wearing a suit at the time, because he had gotten back from his cousins wedding previously that night, and it had been badly damaged from the events that had just taken place. He took off his overcoat and wrapped it around me, then carried me upstairs and called the police. He told them that someone had just broken into my house. They asked where the man was, and he told them he was dead in the road outside the house, and they needed to send 2 ambulances, one for the mans body and one for him and me. He then hung up, and shortly after the adrenaline wore off, and he collapsed from the blood loss, pain, and shock.
We were taken to the hospital, where he was put into the ER and I was taken to an examining room to look at the wounds I had sustained. My parents came and picked me up 2 days later, as they were out of the country and it took them a while to get back after they heard what had happened. I went to the hospital for most of the day, every day for the 2 weeks he was there. When he was released, the police questioned him about the actions he had taken that night. He told them that he did what was right, and that no one should get to live after doing something so horrific, but because of the law systems these days, he was still taken to court. He is a very intelligent person, and had no trouble defending his case, and ended up winning. The mans parents were not happy about this, and demanded he be punished for the "unnecessary" torture and murder of their son, and that it was unfair that he got off without so much as an apology. He heard this, went up to them and said "I'm sorry for putting down your dog," then left the court with his parents. He went back to school the next day, and everyone wanted to know what had happened. The case had been kept under wraps because of the age of Isaac and the severity of the crime, so there was nothing on the news about it.
When he went to school, naturally everyone was curious, especially the teachers when they saw him walk into the classes all bandaged up. His first period teacher had asked what had happened to him, and he told them that someone had broken into his friends house. When questioned about what happened, he said the man tried to violate me (without giving my name), and that he had stopped him. The teacher stopped questioning him, but the students still wanted to know what happened. At first he ignored them, but when they wouldn't stop pestering him, he answered them. He told them that he had chased the man down and killed him, and had his eye ruined and shoulder shot in the process. Needless to say everyone went very silent, and the class was extremely awkward for the rest of the period. This happened in every class he went to that day, and since then nearly all his friends have stopped talking to him, as they fear he had become a psychopath. He still had a few friends which he hung out with at lunch, but in class barely anyone wanted anything to do with him. A few days after we had started going back to school, a package was delivered to my house. It contained a brand new skirt and shirt, the same ones that were ruined, as well as $35, which I assumed was to replace my underwear and bra, and a small box of chocolates with a card saying he hoped I was doing well and he hoped I was recovering well. This brought me to tears because he was being ignored at school, his girlfriend had left him because she thought he was crazy, he was covered in bandages, and was blind in one eye all because of me, but he still cared more about seeing if I was okay then what was happening to him.
It has been 2 months since the event, and I have questioned him about what he did multiple times, but it doesn't faze him and he just says he did what had to be done. He has been to a psychiatrist to see if the event had damaged him mentally, and they have all shown that his brain if perfectly normal, but I don't understand it. How can somebody do something like that and not have it effect them? If somebody can give me an answer it would be helpful, because I don't want something to go wrong with him down the line because of what happened.
We first met in public school, he was in grade 6 and I was in grade 7, and we were in a grade 6/7 split class. He was always very quiet and shy, but we did talk occasionally at school, but much more on social medias or other online chat sites. Throughout the years he gave off subtle hints that he fancied me, although never did anything too direct for fear that I did not reciprocate the feelings. We still remained friends though, and I'm glad we did, because without him, I may not have been alive today.
The events that I am referring to in the question happened earlier this year, near the beginning of school. I was 16 at the time and my friend, Isaac, was 14. I was sitting at home watching a movie at around 12:00-1:00am, and my parents were out of town for their anniversary, so I was alone. I was getting up to get a drink when I heard someone open the front door. I got very scared and hit behind a couch in the living room, and listened to what was happening. I heard someone rummaging around, presumably looking for items of value that he could take from the house. I pulled out my phone and tried to call the police, but I forgot how bright the phone was and it lite up like a spotlight. He noticed it and quickly ran over the couch, ripping the phone from my hands and pulling me out of my hiding spot. I was kicking and screaming for him to let me go, but he didn't listen. He dragged me into my bedroom and smacked me in the face, telling me to shut up, which I did. He then laid me down on the bed and tried to take my skirt off. I flailed around, trying to get him off me, but he just smacked me again and told me to shut up. He tore my skirt off, ripping it into pieces, and shoved a piece into my mouth to shut me up. He then removed my shirt, so I was wearing nothing but my underwear and bra. When he tried to take my underwear off I kicked and scratched, trying to get him off my, I even got the piece of skirt out of my mouth and tried screaming again, but no one could hear me because I was in the basement and the other houses on the street weren't very close together. He hit me again and told me he would shoot me if I didn't be quiet. He then proceeded to take off my underwear and put them in my mouth, this time putting them in farther so I couldn't take them out. He took of my bra next, then went to unzip his zipper, but that's where Isaac came in.
Him and his sister had been on a walk when they passed my house. He likes to go on walks late at night to clear his mind, and his sister does as well, so they usually go together through the neighborhood and talk for a few hours. They were walking down my street on my side of the road when they passed my house. He thought he heard someone screaming, and him being someone who's natural instinct is to help people in danger, he approached my house. He then heard the screaming again and busted through the door, pulling out his knife that he keeps on him when he goes out at night. He walked downstairs and down the hall to my room, and that's when I saw him. He looked at the man and saw what he was about to do, and I could see fire in his eyes. He despises rapists, murderers, and people who commit equally disgusting crimes, and believes they should be put down like the animals they are. He ran towards the man and stabbed him in the back, twisting the blade around in the wound. The man screamed and turned around, pulled out his gun and shot him square in the shoulder. Isaac fell down and the man pulled the knife from his back and stabbed him in the eye, but luckily the knife wasn't very long and he stabbed it in at a weird angle, so it didn't touch his brain. The man fled the room and went to run away, but bumped into Isaac's sister and dropped his gun. He left it behind and continued running, but that's when Isaac got back up.
I looked at him, and it looked like he was a completely different person. His body was pumped full of adrenaline, and he no longer understood logic or reason, the only thing that was on his mind was taking down the man who had tried to violate me. He got up and sprinted from the room and down the hall, passing his sister. He noticed the gun on the ground and picked it up, then continued out the door and into the night. He had no trouble catching up to the man, as he was very unfit and wasn't very fast compared to Isaac. When he got close enough he fired the gun and hit the man in the knee, knocking him to the ground. He approached the man and shot out his other knee and his elbows, as well at his genitals, believing them to be the most painful places to be shot. He then knelt down beside him, and in a fit of rage, started viciously punching the mans face in, breaking multiple bones in his hand as he did so. When the man started pleading for his life, he went behind him, wrapped his arm around the mans neck, and starting choking him to death. When the man was almost out of consciousness, he put the gun to the side of his head, and fired, killing him instantly.
By this time multiple people had come outside to see what was going on, and called the police when they saw. Isaac paid no attention and came right back into the house to see what the man had done to me. He walked past his sister, and she screamed when she saw his face, but he paid no attention. He walked back downstairs to my room, where I was huddled into a ball in the corner. He was wearing a suit at the time, because he had gotten back from his cousins wedding previously that night, and it had been badly damaged from the events that had just taken place. He took off his overcoat and wrapped it around me, then carried me upstairs and called the police. He told them that someone had just broken into my house. They asked where the man was, and he told them he was dead in the road outside the house, and they needed to send 2 ambulances, one for the mans body and one for him and me. He then hung up, and shortly after the adrenaline wore off, and he collapsed from the blood loss, pain, and shock.
We were taken to the hospital, where he was put into the ER and I was taken to an examining room to look at the wounds I had sustained. My parents came and picked me up 2 days later, as they were out of the country and it took them a while to get back after they heard what had happened. I went to the hospital for most of the day, every day for the 2 weeks he was there. When he was released, the police questioned him about the actions he had taken that night. He told them that he did what was right, and that no one should get to live after doing something so horrific, but because of the law systems these days, he was still taken to court. He is a very intelligent person, and had no trouble defending his case, and ended up winning. The mans parents were not happy about this, and demanded he be punished for the "unnecessary" torture and murder of their son, and that it was unfair that he got off without so much as an apology. He heard this, went up to them and said "I'm sorry for putting down your dog," then left the court with his parents. He went back to school the next day, and everyone wanted to know what had happened. The case had been kept under wraps because of the age of Isaac and the severity of the crime, so there was nothing on the news about it.
When he went to school, naturally everyone was curious, especially the teachers when they saw him walk into the classes all bandaged up. His first period teacher had asked what had happened to him, and he told them that someone had broken into his friends house. When questioned about what happened, he said the man tried to violate me (without giving my name), and that he had stopped him. The teacher stopped questioning him, but the students still wanted to know what happened. At first he ignored them, but when they wouldn't stop pestering him, he answered them. He told them that he had chased the man down and killed him, and had his eye ruined and shoulder shot in the process. Needless to say everyone went very silent, and the class was extremely awkward for the rest of the period. This happened in every class he went to that day, and since then nearly all his friends have stopped talking to him, as they fear he had become a psychopath. He still had a few friends which he hung out with at lunch, but in class barely anyone wanted anything to do with him. A few days after we had started going back to school, a package was delivered to my house. It contained a brand new skirt and shirt, the same ones that were ruined, as well as $35, which I assumed was to replace my underwear and bra, and a small box of chocolates with a card saying he hoped I was doing well and he hoped I was recovering well. This brought me to tears because he was being ignored at school, his girlfriend had left him because she thought he was crazy, he was covered in bandages, and was blind in one eye all because of me, but he still cared more about seeing if I was okay then what was happening to him.
It has been 2 months since the event, and I have questioned him about what he did multiple times, but it doesn't faze him and he just says he did what had to be done. He has been to a psychiatrist to see if the event had damaged him mentally, and they have all shown that his brain if perfectly normal, but I don't understand it. How can somebody do something like that and not have it effect them? If somebody can give me an answer it would be helpful, because I don't want something to go wrong with him down the line because of what happened.