I was getting ready for bed and decided to check my Facebook just one more time. Up pops a post someone I went to school with shared. The pic is of a man's had and somehow the skin was completely torn off a finger leaving all bone and muscle behind.
Flashbacks are going. My mind is racing. Anxiety/Panic. How am I going to sleep now?
I can hear the voices loud and clear, even after 12 years. Hear him asking me to help him. I hear him screaming, "I'm going to die! Someone help me! Please! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
I didn't move. I froze. I was supposed to help him. I know how to help him. But I froze. I froze. I was right there. The closest person to him. I knew how to help him but I didn't. I couldn't move. I just froze.