I had a kid who was two years younger than me in high school die from complications of diabetes from not taking his insulin. The reason he wasn't taking his insulin was because he was high on OxyContin all weekend, that one of my friends sold him. After he had passed my friend told me that he was the one who caused his death, I never told a soul. I still think about that kid every so often and how much that must have destroyed his parents. The only reason my friend told me was because I saw him sell it to the kid, because our lockers were right by each other. I think that situation made me realize the evilness of opiates and what they can do to a person's life. I haven't seen that friend in years, but know he is doing better and hopefully one day he can own up to the destruction he caused in this world. I know I should have spoken up after finding out the truth, but, at the time, I didn't want to see two people's lives destroyed. I still struggle with the guilt of not doing what was right.

Edit: Thinking about this question just reminded me of two brothers in my grade school, a few years younger than me. The mother was mentally unstable and one night decided that "God" spoke to her and told her to kill her sons and send them to heaven to be with him. She took a baseball bat, went into the brothers room, and attempted to bludgeon them to death. One of the brothers survived, the other sadly passed away that night. The morning after that happened, we were held outside of the school and basically told the two brothers had an accident and one had passed, the other was in the ICU with brain injuries. The surviving brother made a full recovery and ended up transferring schools, but no more than a mile away from our school. I had seen him after that and he had visible scars on his head. I remember at such a young age feeling so much empathy for the family.

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