Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

Hello, my name is abigail and at this present moment writing this in my bedroom i am seventeen.

A few months ago a very horrific thing happened to me but id like to share my life with everybody reading this from the very begging. So lets start with my very first rememberable experience.

When i was in primary school i had a teacher called Mrs Thompson, before she became a primary school teacher she was a nuse for the NHC.

One day at the end of class she told us that her husband had past away, she then told us that she wanted to make us aware of everyday A&E training.

The next day i came into school and hung my little black jacket up by its wet hood and sat on my cold plastic chair and smiled at her.  She began to cry, and at the tender age of eight i did not understand what loss felt like.

I asked her why she was crying and she told me, while she was teaching us her husband had fallen and didnt get up.

I gave her a hug (eight year old me thought that would help) and said,
its okay he will be in heaven with my grandad.

She stopped crying and hugged me tight, She said, yes he is.
In a very quiet voice.

That evening before school ended we all recieved a letter from Mrs Thompson to our parents, the letter was to inform our parents that Mr Thompson was no longer with us and due to his passing Mrs T would be teaching us basic A&E training.

I woke up the next morning and rushed to put my clothes on i was so excited i was going to be the best doctor at school.

The first thing we learnt was the recovery position, we all had to put each other in the recovery position.
We then went on to learn how to perform the heimlich remover, little did i know i was going to use this lesson a week later.

School went on as normal and a few days had passed, my older sister Chloe and I were in our bedroom and were playing with our magic sand.
My little sister Aimee came in with her toy till with no fake coins left.
She was bugging Chloe and I for more fame coins so I grabbed some one pence coins and put them in the till and closed it.

Chloe and I carried on talking and playing with our magic sand and then Aimee came running through and her eyes, her eyes were blood shot you could hardly see her little blue eyes.
Her face, her complection turning blue. She frantically flapped her arms around and Chloe ran down stairs thinking that she was going to be sick, she told mum Aimee was about to be sick so mum casually walked from the front room to the kitchen, got a bucket and...by this point i had put two and two together, blue lips blue face red eyes. 
She was choking.

I picked her up and took her to the bathroom, at this point she could hardly breath, I opened her mouth and looked in only to see a matalic glow glairing back at me.
My A&E training kicked in and i started to do the heimlich remover on my little sister i tried three times and surely enough the third one was the charm. A two pence piece flew out of her mouth and into the toilet. I went into shock the two pence piece span so fast i shouted what is that is that a marble.

My mum ran up the stairs and looked at my little sisters red face and blue lips, then looked at me and saw the tears flooding down my face. She looked into the toilet and just cried.

I collapsed on the floor and started shaking histerically crying my mum made sure my little sister was okay and surely enough she was.

That day i realised i could have lost my three year old sister but because of Mrs Thompson teaching us all the basics, i had saved my sisters life.



That leads me to my second rememberable thing that happened to me.
Me and a friend were out one night and i had to be home for half eight to help put the christmas decoratioms on, i had just walked her home and was heading home myself i was already five minutes late but i thought to myself dont worry abigail mum will understand.

I got to an dark path and heard two men speaking a different language.
They sounded aggresive, as though they were arguing. I starting walking faster and i turned to see how far behind me they were and one grabbed me and flung me agains the floor. 

The other man covered my mouth and pinned me down as the guy who threw me searched me for anything he could find.

They stole my phone and my ipod and then started lifting my clothes off, i started kicking and trying to scream but my mouth was covered the man ontop of me pulled off my shoes and laughed.

I heard a door shut and the men jumped up and ran.

The men left me in a vest and with my trousers undone they had stollen my valubles and two jumpers i was wearing as it was the 18th of december 2013.

I could see thier legs in the distance so i decided if i was to stay there they would kill me, but i couldn't move.

I plucked up the strength to get up and sprint, i ran so fast i didnt breath i knocked on the closest house and let myself in past the lady who opened the door.
I knew the women from a lad at school but i didnt know them that well.

I shut the door and fell to the floor i couldnt breath tears filled my eyes and didnt leave.

She looked at me and asked if i was okay as i looked up at her i realized i was bleeding from somewhere.

They had thrown me to the floor that hard i had bitten through my top lip and my tongue.

She asked me what happened wrapped me in a blanket and gave me a cup of hotchocolatte i told her and she rang the police instantly.

The men had fled and ditched my stuff only a few feet from where they had attacked me.

The police called my mum and told her where i was and what had happened i couldnt even tell the police what had happened i was so stunned.

My mum burst into this ladies house and threw herself at me.

The police put me in the back of the car and took me to where i had described i had been mugged.

They cornered it off and got the dogs out to try and find the men.

My mum took me home and a police officer was already at my house, he asked me to try and describe them to him but i told him i had my eyes closed waiting for everything to be over, itust have been seconds when they stole my stuff but it felt like hours.

I gave a discription and they put it in the newspaper. To this day the police and I still have no idea who attacked me.

This is my first chapter i believe im ready to tell my story but i want it to be heard, i wanna help other people who have besn theough things like me.

Thanks for reading.