Most Traumatic Experience In My Life

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Hello lads, I hope you guys are all doing great? I'm managing here too. In life, almost each and every one of us have ever been through an experience that overwhelms their thoughts, emotions or body.

I keep thinking as to whether or not to share my personal traumatic experience but finally, I've decided to share with you guys.

It all started on the 11th July, 2010 so it's exactly 13 years today. I waited to write this post on this day because I really want to get it out of my head.

It was a Sunday and a classmate of mine named Enock passed by just to check up on me. We were very good friends and we both loved football very well. My dad had travelled so I was free to roam about, my mom wouldn't complain much.

We went to watch a football match together but we returned to my place very late and it was raining, Enock wanted to go home but I insisted he stayed at my place for the night. I was about 10 years old by then so my mom tried reaching Enock's parents to tell them the situation.

She tried multiple times but to no avail, I later told my mom that I reached Enock's dad so he is aware Enock would spend the night at my place but it was a lie, I just wanted to see my best friend spend the night at my place.

That very night, thieves broke into our house. I heard my mom screaming so I woke Enock up, we walked to check what was wrong only for us to find two men inside our hall with their weapons pointed at my mom whilst she shivered.

As kids as we were, the only idea we had was to run outside for help but unfortunately Enock missed a step on the stairs and fell off the building.

One of the thieves also caught me and told me to keep quiet or else he will kill both my mom and I. I continued screaming and before I realized he had already stabbed my mom out of anger.

I then did my best to shut up and control myself while I watched my mom bled so badly, there was nothing I could do. They stole most of our belongings and left the scene.

The only contact I had in memory as at that time was my dad's, he was returning back from his journey, I called him and told him what had happened. He quickly called my uncle to come to our house to see what was really happening.

My uncle saw how bad the scene was so he called the police and rushed both my mom and Enock to the hospital, I was fine by then since nothing was actually done to hurt me physically by the robbers.

Enock had already lost a lot of blood before we got him to the hospital so unfortunately he died immediately we arrived at the hospital. Enock's parents were still looking for him before the sad news were later delivered to them.

After my dad heard about Enock's death, we were called by a strange number later in the morning and informed that my dad had an accident with his car whilst driving very fast to attend to the emergency.

Really?? All of a sudden....I lost my best friend, my mom was in a critical condition and my dad too had an accident. I really hate July and I wished I could eliminate that month.

After intense struggling of financial difficulties, my uncle did his best to provide all the necessary cash required for my parent's upkeep at the hospital until they got better and discharged.

Enock's parents were kind of difficult but with time and thorough investigations, they allowed the case to rest. The police did their investigations to see how best they could arrest the robbers but to no avail.

Till date, it still hunts me. I feel like it all happened because I lied and convinced my friend to spend the night at my place. It really feels like I'm responsible for all what happened that night.

I feel relieved after mastering courage to share this story of mine with you guys. I'm just hoping you understand how bad I've felt already so please don't worsen it by blaming me more.

Thank you for your time and enjoy the rest of your week, I'm praying it just hunts me no more. It's not easy as it seem, I keep blaming myself and it stll hunts me badly.