Originally posted by Cudder
When I was 16 I was driving my car, and my friend was in the passanger seat. We were coming back from a party around 1 a.m. and we got hit by a drunk driver. We were each in the ICU for about two weeks but the drunk driver died on impact. I pulled through but my friend was put into a coma. I visited him every day hoping he would wake up, but after three months of visits his heart gave out on him and he died in my arms.
I can't help but think its my fault because I was driving. I think about it every second of every day. The worst part was that I had to give his eulogy because I knew him better than anyone ever would, but I couldn't finish because it was too much to handle.
Tough stuff man. I couldnt imagine how that could be...