A few years back one night i wast taking my cousin back to his house. I didn’t like him, he was annoying, loud, hurt, and other s*** that wasn’t for me to deal with. I knew he was a jerk and usually stole and cheated on stuff just to win or see me suffer. Getting closer to his house i got down from my bicycle and walked past a cemetery. i though itd be funny if i quickly jumped to the inside and left him alone outside. when i got inside and looked out the gate there he was. I close my eyes and danced in the dark (i dont remember why) and when i looked back neither him or my bike were there. First i was confused that nobody was there, then i was mad that he took my bicycle, then i was terrified, left alone in a cemetery at night.

when i got out i found my bicycle on the sidewalk on some house, pulled it back up and got out back home.
Because of me, leaving him alone for a joke, he was violated by some son of a b**** disgusting sicko. I didn’t want it to be that. and i know it was my fault and that instead of go looking for him i could only feel mad that he took the bike with him to run away.

nowadays he’s he’s polite and smiley, but clearly hurt and nothing i can do can fix this feeling of guilt that we carry around.