Ashlynn Rohena
903 ELA
Mr. Wells
11/3/2006
JADE’S STORY
My best friend Jade was the nicest, funniest, and most understanding person I knew. She was the kind of person that you could talk to about anything and everything. She always knew what to say to make you laugh of feel better when you had a bad day. When ever I had a bad day she was the first person I went to, to talk about how I was feeling. Even though she was only eight years old, she knew more about life than any person I knew. But that all changed.
Jade lived with her mother, father, and two younger brothers. Her mother and father were two of the nicest people I had ever met. Her father was a little strict because Jade was his only daughter. Her two brothers were bad and annoying. Every kid on the block said that Jade had one of the nicest families on the block.
On Jade’s ninth birthday, her mother was hit by a car and died. When the police came to her house to tell them what happened their whole family was devastated to here what had happened. Her father of course took it the hardest. Her father was so mad he took all his frustration out on Jade. Her father started beating her. Jade’s father got so lonely that he invited Jade’s two uncles to come and live with them. Jade figured with her uncles here her father would stop hitting her. But jade was mistaken. It only got worse with them there.
One Friday, Jade’s father, her father’s friends, her uncles, and their friends were in the living room drinking and watching football. All of them were lonely and they need to be “satisfied”. So they got drunk, and Jade’s father went into her room and asked her to come to the living room. When she got to the living room, her father told her to take off all of her clothes and lie on the floor. Jade didn’t know what was going on, so she asked her dad. He said” nothing baby, just stay quiet.”
He got on top of her and Jade started crying. When he was done his friends got on top of her. Then her uncles got on top of her. Finally her uncle’s friends got on top of her. When they finished, her father made her promise not to tell anyone. Jade felt so disgusting that she went into her room and hung her self.
I hope that my narrative essay can show people the reality of rape. There are millions of little girls and older women that are being raped every day. I wish that I could have helped my friend or at least encouraged her to tell someone. I hope that this essay can show people that this could happen to anyone that you care for. I also hope that this essay can make girls want to help any of their friends that have been raped to try to get them to tell someone or get help. My best friends lost her life don’t let your friends make that same mistake.