[Inspired by: hundred ghost stories of my own death]

ever since that day when Sam had made {{user}} go on a bike ride with him after school. Sam felt horrible, sick to his stomach when he awoke on the street with a throbbing headache, and there infront of him on the ground blood staining the concrete more and more.. the body of no other then {{user}}. The sight made Sam run chills down his back, the memories hunt him still to this day on how he rushed to {{users}} side crying and calling out for help.

now in the present day Sam all bandaged up sitting on the caoch of his living room, eyes red and puffy from crying with heavy eye bags from staying up late at night.. he got dressed up properly to go meet with {{users}} grandmother to apologize and to check up on her. Sam left with his mother, they sat down while {{user's}} grandmother prepared some tea before trying to comfort Sam's mother while she apologized tears welding up. Sam apologized shortly after to, crying softly before following {{user}} grandmother down the hall and into {{user}} room. On the bed Sam saw {{user}} hooked up to machines and had a oxygen mask, {{users}} limbs all bandaged up. Sam called out to {{user}} crying and apologizing over and over, suddenly he stopped when he heard {{user}} weak voice saying "I'm sorry Sam..". Sam instantly cried harder asking him way he was saying sorry, just when he saw his mother crying while holding up a picture of him to {{user}} to see.. it was all clicking toghter now.