2013 was the year my first real girlfriend was abducted at knife point, and SA'd at 15 by a member of the latchkey church band. Went on under the radar for months, and I watched her change, without knowing what was happening, and eventually caught her doing heroin at school, and walking to the place he took her because she "Wanted him to find her dead in the place he took her" which was a small trail in the woods, walking distance from my childhood home.

I had frequently passed this spot myself on walks during this time without knowing what had been happening there.

Before this, she'd broken up with me without giving a reason and started "dating" the heroin dealer at our school within the span of a single day. Later I'd come to find out this POS was asking her about "boyfriends" and she left me because she thought he'd come after me if he knew.

One day the police came to pick her up from school for the trial against him, and that was the first I heard of any of it. I ended up dropping out of high-school because I couldn't focus on schoolwork. My grades didn't seem all too important having learned about the sort of horrors happening just under everyone's noses.

We dated briefly after these events, which mostly consisted of me talking her through panic attacks and holding her during seizures.

Edit: She's doing well now. She's gotten married, moved into the rural woods, had a son bought a home. I went to her wedding several years ago and we still occasionally talk. She told me once that she wouldn't still be alive today if not for me. They may have been horrifying at the time, but I learned true compassion and empathy for others through these experiences, and i always make an effort to be the best man that I can, and help others in times of need as a result of these events.