natty_nut22
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- Apr 6, 2018
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I'm actually in a similar dilemma myself.
I was at a party, had a shit nigHt, wanted to go back home. I was drunk. And inexcusably sad, and I DESPERATELY wanted to go back home. So I stupidly got a ride from someone who was drunk as well, I think they may have been high? Anyways.
We decided to go off the main road and into a backroad. It doesn't get used at all, but it's still a road + it was a shortcut
It was right next to a lake. No one was paying attention when suddenly a kid standing in the street, just staring at the car and then it hit him. He went over, and landed in the lake. Car stopped. I got out. My friends wanted to keep going but HOW THE HELL COULD ONE KEEO GOING?? So they fucking left, and I heard, his ragged breathing filling the night air. Jesus. I pulled him out of the lake and realized that I knew the kid. He had Down syndrome and was one of the kids I'd see when I volunteered at an organization.
Basically, I pulled his body out of the lake. His labored breathes stopped, but I didn't want to check if he still had a pulse because I wasn't scared. Ran to neigbbours, they called for help. He got taken to the hospital but I walked out before I saw what happened to him.
A few months later,
I flew back to the country. To right my wrongs but it was too late. He had died that night, turns out and I'm so scared to tell his family that I killed their only son (they were a poor family, he got buried in their garden).
They're broken, and they like me because they don't know what I've done.
Do I deserve to die? Or just to be in pain forever? Or never get a moment of peace?
Thoughts?
I was at a party, had a shit nigHt, wanted to go back home. I was drunk. And inexcusably sad, and I DESPERATELY wanted to go back home. So I stupidly got a ride from someone who was drunk as well, I think they may have been high? Anyways.
We decided to go off the main road and into a backroad. It doesn't get used at all, but it's still a road + it was a shortcut
It was right next to a lake. No one was paying attention when suddenly a kid standing in the street, just staring at the car and then it hit him. He went over, and landed in the lake. Car stopped. I got out. My friends wanted to keep going but HOW THE HELL COULD ONE KEEO GOING?? So they fucking left, and I heard, his ragged breathing filling the night air. Jesus. I pulled him out of the lake and realized that I knew the kid. He had Down syndrome and was one of the kids I'd see when I volunteered at an organization.
Basically, I pulled his body out of the lake. His labored breathes stopped, but I didn't want to check if he still had a pulse because I wasn't scared. Ran to neigbbours, they called for help. He got taken to the hospital but I walked out before I saw what happened to him.
A few months later,
I flew back to the country. To right my wrongs but it was too late. He had died that night, turns out and I'm so scared to tell his family that I killed their only son (they were a poor family, he got buried in their garden).
They're broken, and they like me because they don't know what I've done.
Do I deserve to die? Or just to be in pain forever? Or never get a moment of peace?
Thoughts?
