>>38060919Call 911, then her father. Then spend a few months trying to get my life back together as I struggle to come to terms with the fact that my neighbour and friend could do such a thing when she seemed so happy and excited to go on an adventure; the thought that we as humans are unreliable eventually gets to me and causes severe anxiety. I lay awake at night wondering: "is this my fault? could I have helped her?". As I try to repress both the guilt and the memories of her hanging corpse, the feelings start manifesting themselves as panic attacks. Unable to even get out of the house, I finally decide to seek help, and with months of therapy and struggle through depression, I progessively get better. Eventually I start to feel alive again, though I now know I won't ever be able to go back to who I used to be. I died too, that day.
