Who is Joannie Ray? (StoryADay Post)

On December 9, Joannie Ray was found dead in her bedroom. No one knew how or why it happened, and the police couldn’t detect any foul play or suicide. But Joannie Ray was dead and that’s all there was to it.

Or maybe that’s not the whole story.

As you can see, everyone knows someone like Joannie Ray. She could have been that shy girl sitting next to you in the classroom, the girl who always kept her head down and never spoke to anyone unless it was a teacher. She could have been the woman next door who always stared out of the window in her living room, never leaving the house. She could have been that woman who sits in the back of your local church, the woman who everyone spoke about as having some mental issues.

She could have been your sister, your daughter, your niece, or your cousin.

But you didn’t care about her, or did you?

Instead of forcing her to be happy, you should have sat her down and listened to her. She never liked being mentally ill or disabled, and yet, you treated her like she was a delicate piece of glass instead of a decent human being.

If you did that, she wouldn’t have to hide her pain behind that ugly clownish smile.

But it’s too late now; you chose to ignore her. And when you did, the demons of the world came and claimed her for their own.

She’s dead now, and it’s all your fault.

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Escaping from Her Private Hell (StoryADay Post)

Original post: https://storiesin5minutes.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/her-private-hell-storyaday-post/

A few years ago, I had been a victim of kidnapping.

Since that time, I had gone from being a happy child to a teenager who now isolates herself from the world. For example, I have never left my room, nor do I leave the house. I stopped going to school, stopped speaking to my friends and even ignored my relatives whenever they came for a visit.

And the sad thing about it is that I used to be friendly.

It’s like nobody cares about what I went through during that harrowing time and they still don’t care about what I’m going through today. They don’t care that I have nightmares, nor do they care that I’m practically dying inside.

I hope that creepy man is getting what he deserves because he destroyed my life. There’s no excuse for him to do what he did.

But will no one bother to help me?

What Makes a Tragedy? (StoryADay Post)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

link to original story: Lies, Lies, Lies!

The police pulled the body of 16-year-old Jason Crawford from the bottom of Eckert Lake.

If that doesn’t make you sad, the story behind his death will.

Jason was responsible for exposing Ella Norris as a fraud after spending four months in English class listening to her “lies” about her “adventures in Stupidland” when she was playing in her coat closet. After Jason turned the rest of the class against her, Ella was expelled from Autryville High School.

But she wasn’t going to let that go without a fight.

While her parents demanded that the principal allow her back into the school (and the principal ordered the Norris family to send Ella to a mental hospital), Ella saw the boy who ruined her life hanging out with his friends by the lake. She felt that he did not deserve to go to school or have friends because he was “normal” and she was “retarded”. She decided to punish him for destroying her life.

Hence, her clubbing him in the back of his head and pushing him into the lake, where he drowned.

But this story isn’t over yet.

When the news about Jason’s death got out, many people in Autryville, Pennsylvania demanded that Ella be put to death for killing a boy who did nothing wrong but told her to stop playing with her imaginary friends. Ella’s parents tried to explain that Ella was “just a kid” and “she didn’t mean to kill that boy”, but no one was buying it. To the city, Ella was a selfish person who bullied the other kids for being “normal”, never had any friends, and preferred the company of imaginary friends.

After Jason’s family decided to press charges against Ella, the city geared up for the trial of the year. After a three-week trial, Ella was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life in a psychiatric hospital. Her parents were not allowed to defend her, nor could they visit her at the hospital.

So now we have the sad story about a girl who loved to play in the coat closet but is now in solitary confinement in a psychiatric hospital because she committed an unnecessary murder of an innocent boy who told her to stop talking to her imaginary friends. As this story ends, you should pay attention to it and if possible, rethink your life.

The Other Side of Depression Alley (StoryADay Post)

The orderly stared at the frightened girl in the room. She had heard the girl had been through a lot in her short life. She had been bullied, kidnapped, abused, and generally had a terrible life. No one bothered to help her or anything like that.

Well, enough was enough. The girl needed some help and ignoring the problem wasn’t going to solve it. The orderly had to see to her needs, no matter what they were.

“Do you need anything?” She asked the girl, who sat on the bed. The girl nodded, but she didn’t say anything. The orderly knew that the girl had a long way to go before she could recover.

In 640 Words, an obsession is born (StoryADay)

Barnes in later life when battling mental illness
Barnes in later life when battling mental illness (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Juniper Chadwell is dead.

I don’t know how else to say it, but I had no choice. Juniper is dead.

How did she die? No one knew how, since there was almost no one who was with her when she died. So how can they say that she died?

I don’t know how, but I swear that I’m going to get to the bottom of this mystery.

First, there were already fingers being pointed at several other teenagers and adults, with them being blamed for Juniper’s disappearance long before she was reported dead. Even her sister Lydia was blamed at one point. (To date, she still sits in prison.)

Second, everyone in the community is shocked at learning about the death of Juniper Chadwell, as if any of them had actually cared for the girl at all. I knew that there were some people who would go out of their way to make Juniper’s life miserable, from teasing and taunting to isolation and shame, even humiliation. If anyone cared about Juniper as they claimed to have done, they would have done more to help her instead of allowing her to wallow in her isolation.

(By the way, the claims that she had a mental illness were nothing more than an excuse born out of desperation to save face. If she really did have a mental illness as they claimed that she had, she should have gotten some help, not being allowed to wander around without supervision.)

Third, with everyone knowing about the secret house behind the houses next to the school, it would come as no surprise that a possible murderer would have been lurking in the area where Juniper was last seen. (Her jacket and bookbag were found in the largest house in that area.) With that in mind, I knew that what everyone imagined what happened to Juniper really did happen to her.

But I’m not going to get into that just yet.

Fourth, nobody bothered to call the police to report any activity behind the house, which I don’t understand. If that area was a notorious hangout for teenagers who cut school to drink, do drugs, and other terrifying things, then the police should have intervened and had the area shut down by now, maybe arresting anyone who went into that area.

With these four indisputable facts, I’m sure that we have our case.

That night, I found myself facing the TV watching as Juniper’s family wept for her, asking “Why didn’t anyone bother to find her“. I asked myself, “Stupid dumbass parents, why weren’t you watching her? What is wrong with you? Don’t you know that there are people in this world who prey on children with disabilities?

And the sad thing is, though, children with disabilities are 200 times more likely to be victims of abuse than nondisabled people.

So as far as I’m concerned, Juniper was a 14-year-old girl who was beaten down by life and ended up becoming a murder victim.

But that was only scratching the tip of the surface in this mystery.

What no one really knew about Juniper was that she must have suffered from the shame and humiliation of having such a sad life. I bet that she probably considered suicide at some point in her life. What would be the point of living if your life is terrible and there is no one out there who is willing to reach out and help you deal with your disability?

Despite the whole thing, I’m still obsessed with the life and death of Juniper Chadwell, much to the consternation of my other obsessions. I seemed to have forgotten about everything else when I first the story about Juniper. I knew that I would have to put my obsession with her to good use and solve the mystery of her murder.

Take 1 (StoryADay Post)

Today, someone died. No one mourned his death, seeing as his death wasn’t something to be mourned over.

Not when everyone he met hated him.

He never intended to make any enemies; no one intends to make people hate him. But when it came to some of the things he did, it just rubbed some people the wrong way, so to speak.

So in that way, he did make many enemies, people who didn’t like the way he lived his life.

Also, there were some people who didn’t like who he was. His mother was criticized for choosing to raise him when she should have given him up for adoption. That part also gained him some enemies.

There was the part about his mental illness, which had some people questioning his mother’s decision to raise him instead of sending him to a mental hospital like many of the families who were in the same position as him. That too made him some enemies.

but his death at the shockingly early age of 19 years did not come as a surprise to most people, as they hated him for various reasons. The police claimed that the man’s death was a murder, and with him being hated by the people in the community, anyone could have done that deed.

Yes, someone died today. No, no one mourned his death.

Illegal Memories (StoryADay post)

Depression.
Depression. (Photo credit: Mary Lock- Goldilock Photography)

So here we are once again, just you and me. There’s no one else but us, and I hope that this time you hear what I have to say.

You are making me sick. I mean really sick. Like so sick that now I have to see a doctor just to determine why I am sick.

But that’s not all it is, or is it?

The reason that I’m sick is because of you.

Yeah.

You’re the culprit in this situation.

Wanna know how I found that out?

Well, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that you are the one behind my illness and pain. Heck, even a 7-year-old could figure that out in less than a few seconds.

But why did it take me that long to find out that it was you all along?

Let me tell you the answer to that question.

You have held me back from realizing my potential for many years. You would not allow me to have any friends, unless the friends I had were invisible like you. You wouldn’t let me even be around my family for that matter.

In fact, last night I overheard my parents talking about sending me to a mental hospital because they can’t deal with me anymore.

Isn’t that sad? My own family now hates me and is rejecting me. And it’s all because of you

See what you have done to me?

You have stolen the best years of my life and I can’t recall anyone but you. You’re like freaking everywhere, and I don’t see anyone but you.

I’ve had it with you.

Get out of my head! Get out of my dreams! Get out of my imagination! You’re not welcome here anymore!

Yeah, I said it once, and now I’m going to say it again.

Get away from me and don’t ever come back here!

Yeah, I’m being harsh with you, but it has to be done. I have but two choices to make: you are my life.

And guess which choice I made.

That’s right; I’ve chosen my life. You have no place in my life, not anymore.

Now, do us both a favor and go bother someone else, someone who isn’t me. I mean it.

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

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