All right, guys, I need you to do me a favor.
This is Anna M. Smith. She goes to school with me at Appalachian State University in Boone, North Carolina, and she’s been missing since September 2nd.
She’s originally from High Point, North Carolina, is 18, and she has short, red hair, blue eyes, nose piercings, a tattoo of a sunflower on her upper chest near her right collar bone, a tattoo in Latin over her lower left ribs, is 5 foot 9, and is described as having a “slender build.”
Please help us out in finding her. If you see her or hear from her somehow, please call Appalachian State University police at (828)-262-2150, or contact me so that I can do so.
I know that basically none of my followers live in the area, but please, spread this around and give us a better chance of finding her. Bring her home.
I live in the area we needa find this girl!!
Friends, have you seen this girl?
Anna Smith was found dead last week from a suicide.
While App State has still not released information regarding the note left (nor do I particularly think they should- I do understand respecting boundaries here.) there is, reason to believe that it was due to a sexual assault that occurred soon before she went missing.
As some of you know, the college I went to- and proceeded to exit from under a ‘psych leave’ was Appalachian State.
Appalachian State has a long history of neglecting survivors. (You’ll have to look for it. the article is mostly about football and a certain professor being removed (though if I remember correctly I think she was later allowed back) but there’s a large portion talking about things that were going on while I was still a student.)
While App has tried to start making things right- it still has a long way to go.
Please, if you or someone you know has gone through sexual trauma, keep an eye on their behavior. Even if the most support you can offer is to be a physical presence in their lives- the friends I had at the time are the only reason I am able to do SCaR now. People willing to let me sleep while they studied because I couldn’t sleep without someone I trusted in the room with me, people who walked with me to classes- or let me skip my classes to go to theirs, who ate with me and asked to make sure I was eating.
Our schools are letting us down, the police are letting us down.
We have to be there for one another.
This so sad. The comments above do give great advice on how to help a friend in these situations.
1. Sometimes I still google
“Signs of Domestic Abuse”
to remind myself I was right.
I still flinch at slamming doors,
a broken dish, a white couch.
Sometimes I look in the mirror
and see your face.
2. I have learned this world
is the size of a fist, lately
an open palm.
Where ever you are,
you will probably read this.
#90s outfit was really just clothes from high school.