I'm sorry but I feel like I have to let this off my chest.
When I was about 14 years old, I was quite a simple child didn't understand the severity of things (as most kids wouldnt). My friend came to me one day and told me that her step father was making her do things sexually. I knew it was wrong but never really got it. She then told me another day that he had raped her, he took her innocence. I wanted to ring the police but she made me swear that I wouldnt as she didnt want her mum to know, as the step father had threatened to hurt her mum. I never done anything, I should have rang the police, done something to save my friend. But I didn't.
I now look back all these years, me and my friend drifted apart due to friendship groups, but I still look back and think that it could have been me that saved her. That stopped that abuse from happening. I finally opened up to someone the other day but not properly I couldn't get out what I wanted to say. I'm not sure if I ever will. I feel like the worst human being in the world and I have felt this way since the day she told me.
Sorry for my massive rant, it's being playing on me for too many years. And whether or not everyone thinks that I'm a knob or anything for not phoning the police, you're right I am. But as a kid I didn't even really understand rape. I wish I did and I would fought with every fibre of my being.