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So this happened like 2 years ago /bant/
>Be me, High school Senior in Chemistry Class
>Seeing reversible reactions of CrO4 & Cr2O7
>Warning in lab report procedure: Chromium(VI) Ions are known carcinogens
>Fucking around with fellow /bant/ard with CrO4, threatening to throw it at eachother
>Retard friend, lacking basic motor skills since he hasn't performed a physical activity more arduous than getting his twig ass out of bed since Brittany's meltdown, actually fucking launches the substance at me
>spills on my sweater
>oh<--->shit
>Don't tell anyone, because terrified of consequences
>make sure to not touch the front pocket area of my sweater, the contaminated zone
>finish school day
>go home, throw sweater in washing basket for maid to wash (yeah a lot of us have maids, poor paraguayan labor immigrants look for employment)
>Be on my merry way
>6 Months pass
>Maid stops coming
>Ask mom
>"She's sick, anon"
>Another year pass
>"Anon, do you remember Elisa?"
>yeah
>"She had cancer. She died the other day"
>mfw I killed the maid
This was like a month ago and I still don't know how to cope with it. I'm thinking of telling my therapist.
What do I do, /bant/?
>Be me, High school Senior in Chemistry Class
>Seeing reversible reactions of CrO4 & Cr2O7
>Warning in lab report procedure: Chromium(VI) Ions are known carcinogens
>Fucking around with fellow /bant/ard with CrO4, threatening to throw it at eachother
>Retard friend, lacking basic motor skills since he hasn't performed a physical activity more arduous than getting his twig ass out of bed since Brittany's meltdown, actually fucking launches the substance at me
>spills on my sweater
>oh<--->shit
>Don't tell anyone, because terrified of consequences
>make sure to not touch the front pocket area of my sweater, the contaminated zone
>finish school day
>go home, throw sweater in washing basket for maid to wash (yeah a lot of us have maids, poor paraguayan labor immigrants look for employment)
>Be on my merry way
>6 Months pass
>Maid stops coming
>Ask mom
>"She's sick, anon"
>Another year pass
>"Anon, do you remember Elisa?"
>yeah
>"She had cancer. She died the other day"
>mfw I killed the maid
This was like a month ago and I still don't know how to cope with it. I'm thinking of telling my therapist.
What do I do, /bant/?
