Thread:HurricaneHill/@comment-28776150-20160709153104

There's this little girl I've known all her life, well when I say little, that's probably what her mother would say. She's lost her daddy at a young age, and just a couple of years after, she's lost her big sister. So it was just the two of them, the girl and her mum. They were very close and supported each other through thick and thin. Unfortunately times proved to be too hard on the both of them and the girl started to drink a little more than was healthy and developed a shopping addiction to try and cope with life whilst her mum got lost in her job. Two years ago on a beautiful summer night they decided a stiff talk and a good time was needed, in fact long overdue. I don't know if the outcome would've been different had they opted to talk first, but history has it they went to town and had a ball. Just after midnight the girl spotted an old friend across the street and walked up to her for a chat, whilst her mum went inside to order them some drinks. When she walked back outside her girl wasn't in the same spot anymore, they must have gone on a little stroll. Mum sat down, closed her eyes and with a long forgotten smile on her face, enjoyed the music, the summer night and the good memories she and her girl shared, and would share again. Half an hour went by, then an hour, then two, hours turned into days into weeks into months, a year...it's been two years since anyone saw her for the last time. Her mum reported her missing, but the police is not cooperative in trying to find her, they state her little girl is in reality a woman of legal age, and can do and go whatever and however she wants, and wave away all responsibility with a simple 'chances are she doesn't want to be found'. Her mum has since grown old and sick, but is holding on the best she can and following every snippet of information she can get her hands on, driving up and down the country and beyond, sleeps every now and then but is mostly awake in every time zone known to mankind.

When I read Hannah's story, it triggered an avalanche of memories of the 'little' girl I hold so dear to my heart. Hannah only being a few years older, I took a liking to her and I think the feeling was mutual. When we started emailing soon she confided in me, and I so felt for her, and the crappy situation she is in and tried to help her with what bits and bobs I could. I encouraged her to post on here and, in retrospect, to the point I was pushing her. She kept doubting herself, fussing over every letter, every syllable she'd written. She awaited every comment with sweaty hands and a knot in her stomach, even after many messages of support. But they kept coming in and after a while slowly but surely that wretched knot loosened up and she started trusting the world might be not such a bad place 24/7. That tiny bit of trust however proved to be very precarious when she read Tammie's post. She went into a full on panic attack, tried to reach me but aaaargh (my) frustration! I was on the road, following up on a lead, miles and hours away and found a boatload of messages when I got back home. All night and well into the next day I tried to calm her down, talk, reason, yell, cry until she finally crashed and fell asleep. She was sad that nobody ever stood up for her, so I decided that it was about time someone did. So I sat down and I did, by writing a post not with the intent of blaming or attacking, but definitely (with the intent of) being critical, for the purpose of showing the other side, with the only goal being a little understanding and realisation there's another angle to this. My post was edgy but not over the top in my mind. Nevertheless, after another couple of hours of discussions with others about my language (which is a tone dependent one and hard to translate, but I have to use it anyway as a starting point when I have to make a long (and serious) post) I made another comment to explain this, and to my surprise I got teared apart over the bloody language! And after I snap I get the most insincere 'apology'. Still my intent is lost, and ever since this place has been in uproar, and people are leaving left, right and centre. I've been reading the accompanying posts and it is clear I overstayed my welcome here. Hence the title. I made sure to have help with my English this time, I be damned if my final post gets misunderstood! However I no longer make apologies for my language and trying my damnedest to always adjust to people who know theirs is not the only one in the world but never make an effort to understand things can be different elsewhere. I make no apologies for who I am, much less for the experiences that made me who I am. And I certainly definitely make no apologies for sticking up for my friend! Ever!

All that being said, I have taken a step back and distanced myself from Hannah, since I believe this place is not a healthy one for her to be in, as long as I'm associated with her; in hope you will all have a kind word to spare for her, if not more. Hannah I'm so so sorry sweetheart, I royally screwed up and failed you! 😭😭😭

PS I will leave this post on my wall for a few days, just so everyone knows I'm gone, and everybody who left on my account can come back. After that, I'll delete my profile. It actually goes without saying but if you wish you can delete me from the game. I hope peace will come back soon. Thanks to everyone who's been kind to me. xx 