Well I use to hang out with a disabled woman that had a severely disabled teenage son. I took her trash to dumpster for her. Then one day I stopped going there. Well a year later, she stabbed her disabled son 35 times. She blamed me and all these people said they saw me. It was later found that she in fact did it. She lied about things and they found tons of evidence and got a confession from her. I forgive her and all those people that stood there blaming me. I wish I could of helped her more. I wish I never stopped going to her house. I wish I saw how hard life was on her raising her son. I should of done something. I should of told somebody. I walk around still blaming myself. I was only 15 years old at the time. I have soo much bad luck in my life and it just makes me think like it was my fault that I didn't see her struggling sooner. Damn. Brian loved Mario. I should of been there for him and her. I should of became his friend. He couldn't talk but he loved playing on that Gameboy of his. I know what its like to not have friends and to not be like other people. It sucks. When detective Derek called us at 11:34pm that one night. All I heard was her voice, I'm soo sorry, I'm soo sorry. Brian and Robin. I'm so sorry I couldn't help. I think about time to time and it's been over 11 years. It still bothers me.

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