My first encounter with Jill was in eigth grade, at a dance, I somehow wound up talking her out of suicide. I would later figure out that odds are she would not have killed herself at all; she just wanted attention. But after that dance I could not escape her and was considered a trusted friend. I should have realized something was up when Jill and Emily, who were no more tolerated by my former social circles than I was that year, both suddenly appeared in my life at once. Something should have told me that if they were desperate enough to want me around, there must be something wrong with them. If any little voice said it, I ignored it, too thrilled at the prospect of having a friend or two again who would actually speak to me in public. My mistake. I have spent the past four years attempting to avoid her when at all possible; I think of her much as I think of Emily: I cannot bring myself to even actually dislike her very much at all, and certainly not to hate her. I just don't want to spend time with her.
Last night her father was shot five times during a road rage encounter of some sort and was killed.
Hrm. Jill counseled Emily in eighth grade when her father died, I imagine Emily will attempt to counsel Jill now. As then, I scarcely knew the man, having only met him once. So I will again remain pretty much silent.
My head hurts.