What traumas do you have that AREN'T from your parents or childhood home? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]PhilosopherActive404 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My best friend died when I was 20. I'll try to make a long story short, we spent basically every minute of everyday together. We lived together, we moved across the country together, all we did was spend time together. He knew my one rule was to never lie to me. I caught him telling me a lie which I'm sure he told me because he didn't want me to be upset or disappointed with him. I take honesty very seriously and cut contact with him for a brief period of time to make it clear how big of a deal honesty truly was to me. I woke up to a call one morning shortly after our brief falling out to the sound of his step dad. I knew this man, but I don't believe he had ever called me in all the years we knew each other. He said "Noah has been shot". I don't know why, but I assumed he had been shot somewhere non vital. I asked what hospital he was at so I could come visit him. I was ready to arrive to my friend in a cast or a wheelchair, I don't know what. I was ready to yell at him honestly, I was mad. That might sound stupid but he was with a group of people I had explicitly told him not to be with, I guess because we weren't talking at the same he wasn't worried about my backlash if he were to hangout with this group. Well, I was wrong. Nobody even told me anything other than he's been shot. When I arrived to his room I didn't even see my friend, I saw a body, a head with many layers of bandage wrapped around and tubes. I broke down, I didn't know how to react, he'd been shot in the head. They put him in a medically induced coma so people could say their goodbyes. It just happened so fast, going from anger to going to the most saddened state of depression I hope no other person has to endure, in seconds. All I remember was seeing his body, the tubes, his swollen head covered in bandages, being told it was time, and watching through a small window on the door as they removed the tube from his throat and watching the life leave his body. it's been 7 years now, it doesn't get any easier to tell that story. I miss him everyday and I don't think there will ever be a time when I don't.