It was a few years ago. This is a story I have told others, but I left vital information out of it. As a result, I may come across as a psychopath due to the way I was reacting, but, I can guarantee everyone on here that I am not a psychopath. I do not derive pleasure from people's suffering.
It was a summer night and I was with two friends. A person crossing the street got hit by a speeding car and sped off immediately. Thus it officially become a crime scene.
My friend was freaking out and immediately ran to the person on the ground and I followed him. No one else was present and I noticed this person on the ground was a young person; I guessed he was in his late teens. I turned out to be correct.
I could see this young man in front me, his legs shaking uncontrollably, blood coming out of his head and his eyes twitching uncontrollably as well. Deep down, I could tell.. this boy wasn't going to make it.
Then, people started to gather around and they were just standing there about. My friend was still, understandably so, freaking out and yelling at the crowd "Someone, please! Call an ambulance! Please help us!" And I calmly reminded my friend that he had a phone and that he should call them instead. And so he did. While he was panicking, I was completely calm and I didn't feel anything whatsoever. It wasn't adrenaline that made me feel that way. I will explain in a later paragraph.
Within ten minutes or so, both the ambulance car and the cop cars arrived. The ambulance workers told us not to move the boy around and the cops sealed off the crime scene. Only witnesses were allowed to be present.
A little bit later, the cops wanted to know what exactly happened, so they decided to interrogate my friends and I. One of my friends was taken to one cop car, the other friend to another. I joined the friend who was panicking to provide him emotional support.
As the interrogation went on, my friend asked the cop "Is it normal I am reacting this way?" to which the responded "I would have been genuinely worried if you didn't," and then proceeded to look at me. I thought to myself "Was that secretly directed at me?" but I just nodded in agreement and continued to console my friend.
The young boy who was hit ended up being placed in an artificial coma for eight days before he died. He never regained consciousness.
See, this is what I haven't told anyone, and I am only sharing with you people on here because I decided I would be more open about myself and how I feel.
The reason I stayed calm and I didn't feel anything, despite practically seeing a young person die in front of me, is because I have just dealt with so much on my own these past few years. With no emotional support whatsoever, because I foolishly decided not to reach out and seek help. The damage is done. It really has taken a toll on me. I don't like this person that I have become.
It was a summer night and I was with two friends. A person crossing the street got hit by a speeding car and sped off immediately. Thus it officially become a crime scene.
My friend was freaking out and immediately ran to the person on the ground and I followed him. No one else was present and I noticed this person on the ground was a young person; I guessed he was in his late teens. I turned out to be correct.
I could see this young man in front me, his legs shaking uncontrollably, blood coming out of his head and his eyes twitching uncontrollably as well. Deep down, I could tell.. this boy wasn't going to make it.
Then, people started to gather around and they were just standing there about. My friend was still, understandably so, freaking out and yelling at the crowd "Someone, please! Call an ambulance! Please help us!" And I calmly reminded my friend that he had a phone and that he should call them instead. And so he did. While he was panicking, I was completely calm and I didn't feel anything whatsoever. It wasn't adrenaline that made me feel that way. I will explain in a later paragraph.
Within ten minutes or so, both the ambulance car and the cop cars arrived. The ambulance workers told us not to move the boy around and the cops sealed off the crime scene. Only witnesses were allowed to be present.
A little bit later, the cops wanted to know what exactly happened, so they decided to interrogate my friends and I. One of my friends was taken to one cop car, the other friend to another. I joined the friend who was panicking to provide him emotional support.
As the interrogation went on, my friend asked the cop "Is it normal I am reacting this way?" to which the responded "I would have been genuinely worried if you didn't," and then proceeded to look at me. I thought to myself "Was that secretly directed at me?" but I just nodded in agreement and continued to console my friend.
The young boy who was hit ended up being placed in an artificial coma for eight days before he died. He never regained consciousness.
See, this is what I haven't told anyone, and I am only sharing with you people on here because I decided I would be more open about myself and how I feel.
The reason I stayed calm and I didn't feel anything, despite practically seeing a young person die in front of me, is because I have just dealt with so much on my own these past few years. With no emotional support whatsoever, because I foolishly decided not to reach out and seek help. The damage is done. It really has taken a toll on me. I don't like this person that I have become.
