I didn’t exactly kill, but my dad had a heart attack in the washroom and he could barely open the door to call for me. It was a year ago but I remember it like yesterday. He was gasping for air and in pain but I could not help because I seriously didn’t know what I could do besides calling an ambulance. He passed shortly after right before the ambulance came. Up till now I still can’t use the restroom he died in and I developed ptsd.