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The time I saw someone die in front of me. Needed therapy and it was a terrifying situation for me. ( sorry for su )
>be me, 13 years old
>6 of us all playing Manhunt
>live in a mountain terrain
>all having fun, hiding with my best friend
>right near edge of mountain in a bush
>best friend says he's gonna find a new place to hide
>tell him i'm going to
>as i get up, he playfully runs
>slips on mud near edge
>grabs onto fragile tree
>" ANON! ANON! "
>look back and scream and hold my hand out
>he shakes his head, " NO, I GOT THIS! "
>tries pulling himself up
>than, the tree snapped
>he just stared at me. Just fucking staring
>watch him just fall
>paralyzed, couldn't do anything
>watch in horror as he finally hits the ground, on his back
>just laying there.
>i yelled and teared up for game off
>friends came to me and asked me what's wrong
>i'm hysterical and balling my eyes out
>one kid finally looks at the edge
>just starts calling the police crying
>everyone else is tearing up
>ambulance and police came
>ambulance checked for signs of life
>he was gone
>he was fucking gone.
>i will never forget seeing him be sealed up in a body bag
>i didn't go to school for two months
>when i finally got back, everyone told me it wasn't my fault
>sunk into deep depression, thinking the whole time i could've saved him
>eventually talk to his parents, almost like mom and dad to me
>tell me i did nothing wrong, and it wasn't my fault
>cried forever
>four years later, a little boy approaches me
>" Hi! Were you my brother's best friend? "
>" Anon? " I say
>" Yeah! I heard he.. died, didn't he? "
>" Yes, he did. " I answered sadly
>" Well, I mean I have the same blood as my brother. Maybe we can become best friends, so that you can always feel like you're around him! "
>look down at him
>" Sure. "
Sorry for the feels.
>be me, 13 years old
>6 of us all playing Manhunt
>live in a mountain terrain
>all having fun, hiding with my best friend
>right near edge of mountain in a bush
>best friend says he's gonna find a new place to hide
>tell him i'm going to
>as i get up, he playfully runs
>slips on mud near edge
>grabs onto fragile tree
>" ANON! ANON! "
>look back and scream and hold my hand out
>he shakes his head, " NO, I GOT THIS! "
>tries pulling himself up
>than, the tree snapped
>he just stared at me. Just fucking staring
>watch him just fall
>paralyzed, couldn't do anything
>watch in horror as he finally hits the ground, on his back
>just laying there.
>i yelled and teared up for game off
>friends came to me and asked me what's wrong
>i'm hysterical and balling my eyes out
>one kid finally looks at the edge
>just starts calling the police crying
>everyone else is tearing up
>ambulance and police came
>ambulance checked for signs of life
>he was gone
>he was fucking gone.
>i will never forget seeing him be sealed up in a body bag
>i didn't go to school for two months
>when i finally got back, everyone told me it wasn't my fault
>sunk into deep depression, thinking the whole time i could've saved him
>eventually talk to his parents, almost like mom and dad to me
>tell me i did nothing wrong, and it wasn't my fault
>cried forever
>four years later, a little boy approaches me
>" Hi! Were you my brother's best friend? "
>" Anon? " I say
>" Yeah! I heard he.. died, didn't he? "
>" Yes, he did. " I answered sadly
>" Well, I mean I have the same blood as my brother. Maybe we can become best friends, so that you can always feel like you're around him! "
>look down at him
>" Sure. "
Sorry for the feels.
