Before i begin, i need to say a few things. first, this is a real-life experience. seconf, this may be triggering...so careful. finally, my psychothearpist asked me to do this, so i decided to do it here, and any comments will be grately appreciated. i will try to write as briefly as possible and thank you in advance for reading.
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one night, about six years ago when i was ten, me and my friendwas walking home. i don't remember exactly what we were doing. i just remember being happy. smiling ear to ear.
anyway, before we knewit,it was dark and we were walking down the road when we heard a loud sound from behind us.a quick glance behind us revealed an ugly brown car heading wildly our way. we movd into the grass for safety. we looked back again and the car was on the other side of the road so wefelt safer, but when the car was about to pass us, i guess it hit the other ditch because there was a loud sound and the car swirled directly at us.
the next thing i knew, i was laying on my back in a ditch and my body was full of pain. the car was in the feild behind me. when i came to my senses, i looked for my friend and spotted him laying half-way in the road mothionless. somehow i forgot about my pain and crawled over to my friend. i flipped him over and he didnt move so i figured he got knocked out. i crawled ontop of him, grabbed his shoulders, and tried to shake him awake but he didn't wake. i suddenly realized that i might loose my best friend. the feeling got even worse when i felt his body growing cold. i began rubbing his arms and hands in attempt to warm him up when i heard sirens.
i screamed at the cops and medics to come over here to warm my friend up. the cop only tried to get me off of him but i refused. there was no way i was leaving him. the medics worked around me. i really wasn't aware of what was really going on but when i heard the medic whisper "he's dead" underher breathe, i went crazy.
i started crying uncontrolable and then i started to shake my friend as hard as i could screaming "you have to wake up, you have to tell them ur alive" just over and over again. i tried to wake him up but nothing worked.eventually someone wrapped their arms around me and pulled me off. i think they sqeezed my broken ribs becuase i only remember being over taken with pain and then everything went blank.
i woke up in a hospital thinking that it was all a horrible dream, but i looked down and saw my bandages and a doc came in the room with a sad face. i just started crying. noone had to say it. i knew my friend was dead.
what really hit me hard was that when his feneral came, i was seen unfit to go. that in itself made me sad and mad at the world.
for the next 2-3 months, i literary did not talk to anyone. eventually, my dad decided to move and "start a new life."
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thank you for reading and sorry for any typos. if you want to know more then please ask and any comments are greatly appreciated.