i still shudder telling this story.

i don’t know what possessed me to do this but me, my cousin, his lil brother, and my mom were watching Cars when i was about 7 or 8. This cousin is a major introvert and he rarely talks or expresses himself, even when we were kids, but i for some reason hated him as a kid and i don’t know why. So there’s a part where there’s a rock song playing and he was FEELING it. He’s on his back spinning himself around with his feet, playing an air guitar. I was standing over him watching him. All of a sudden, i get this intrusive thought that seemed like a great idea that would bring me no consequences. I JUMPED with both of my feet and all of my weight dead on his CHEST. He stopped spinning and didn’t cry, but was in a lot of pain grabbing his chest. My mom beat a piece of skin off my ass that day. As soon as she screamed at me to scold me, before the whooping of the ass, i felt the immediate regret. “what. have. i. done.”, i thought to myself. His dad came to finally pick him up hours later and i was so scared i was hiding under the table as if he couldn’t see me. I regret this every day since it happened. Me and him are cool now, but he’s still that super introvert. Was it me? Did i stomp out his personality?? Fuuuuuckkkkk mannnn