A few nights there was this dog being punished, and the owner went a little too far.  Everyone thought he killed it or hurt it too badly and feared the worst, the next day the dog was fine. But I was the one down the hall, I was closest and I didn't do anything.  I kept my door closed and mumbled things.  It was an annoying dog but part of someone's family. I felt sick and I hated myself..

Before that I was walking home from school and there was this bus pulling into a quick stop. Showing on the top 'please call 911' there was an emergency.  This was roughly two years ago. I froze and I headed home. I was scared. I never learned what happened and I hate myself for this. I really do.  Maybe these were the only moments I could do something good for another life, another thing with another right to live.