When I was 8 I had this online friend, they were around the same age as me. It was one of my ways to cope with my trauma, finding friends online. But one day they video-called me in the middle of the night and they were crying. I was 8, I didn’t know what to do. I was freaking out asking them what was wrong but then suddenly they pulled out a razor. I was confused, I didn’t know what they were going to do and then… then they slit their wrists and I watched them die. I’m still traumatized by what happened. I don’t know what happened after that, I didn’t know them personally so I couldn’t call for help. I’m guilty that I couldn’t do anything but I know I was too young to do anything anyway. I think the weirdest part about this whole experience is that I should’ve known what they were doing with that razor because I attempted suicide just a few years (give or take) before this happened but I just didn’t know.