I looked to the bed, where he was laying. He seemed like he was in a deep sleep. A deep sleep he was in for days! I looked to him and wanted him to wake up. I thought back about all of this could have happen and put him into the situation where he is now. I wish I didn’t have anything to do with it. But the truth was different. It wasn’t my fault he was in this bed, but I could not say I was completely innocent as well. But still I could not get over the fact I felt like it was my fault and I was guilty. Even knowing his parents told me I could not have stopped this, I still think about it. I wanted to change things and make them never happened so he would still walk around, like a normal guy.