EPTI'm only 18, an engineering student and I see a dead person, Johnny, my closest friend at my new job. Ken is too fucked up to even understand the situation telling me "Don't worry, he will wake up, he always passes out".
So like fuck, here I am alone, I know I should call the cops asap but Ken is really fucked up, and Johnny is turning pale, here I am sitting on the bed one moment staring out the window other minute looking at Johnny's face praying he will wake up. I called Kim to come, but fuck, what's going to happen to me.
RIP, still cannot believe my eyes.
Update -
So Kim did come, and she started yelling and screaming all over the place while I was in a more still but worrying/panicking on the inside, but she called 911 immediately and I didn't want her to because Ken is a good friend, and he did have mdma and weed in his house, and I was scared about the drug charges plus his 3 foot long bong that was in the middle of the living room. The fact that the puke on his face seemed pretty dry, made me realize this was 100% death, and I just thought what's the worst that could happen if the government or whoever picks up a dead person a few hours later, seemed like solid logic at the time, and Ken agreed with it.
Anyways, then an ambulance and two police cars showed up within 10 minutes, we called the cops probably 10 after my initial post. We drank until 5am (half a 2/6 of crown royal + 12 beers [whoever drinks more]) that day and this event started at maybe 10am-noon, but at that point I was still tripping over the place, point is I still have some alcohol left in my system, and the fact that I had nobody to help me and nobody would answer my calls made me... It was a difficult to stay in a good emotional state. Right now some are talking to Ken, and then they will come talk to me.
The cops put me in a good mental state when they kept telling me that everything is going to be okay and I wont go to jail, they just told me to try to remember as much as I can from last night and tell the 100% truth or I could be in trouble. So I'm feeling better, still shaken. I don't believe I did anything out of bad intention, so I'm just going to focus on being on the cops side and being 100%, and hopefully the worst that will happen is maybe a fine for the drugs.
They evacuated the entire floor of the apartment, because apparently the people on the floor entered the house (I think it's just one of his friends not random guy), and they are bringing everyone who was there last night. I'm surprised they are treating this like such an investigation when to everyone here it's just an accidental loss of a great friend. They need to talk to me now, ill updfate soon!
