"I remember it so clearly...that cloudy day in November. I was just an average teenage boy, dumb and careless like they all are. I never meant for it to happen...we were just messing around. People try to tell me that it wasn't my fault and there's nothing I could have done to stop it. But they are so wrong. I'm the reason they're dead. They were too young. They didn't deserve to die...especially the gruesome way they did. I try to forget that horrible November day but the paining guilt I feel inside always comes back to haunt me; the nightmares only get worse and worse. It feels as if I'm drowning, all the pills and alcohol in the world will never make me feel better. I find it odd that in just a single day, my life would never be the same."
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رعب"I try to forget that horrible November day but the paining guilt I feel inside always comes back to haunt me; the nightmares only get worse and worse. It feels as if I'm drowning, all the pills and alcohol in the world will never make me feel bette...
