This was when I was about 16 years old. Me and my best friends (that I’ve known since babies) got into a argument (about personal stuff). After the argument he started taking drugs, but I was still mad at him since our argument so I didn’t do anything to help him. I got a call from him a few days after he started taking drugs saying that I needed to come over to his house. I didn’t say anything during our call, I just hung up on him. But, I decided to go to his house anyways. He was just sitting on his couch with a bag of cocaine. I yelled at him that he needed to stop instantly. He didn’t say anything, he just took off on his motorcycle. I felt bad, though. He was my best friend for my whole life, I need to help him. So I called him, he didn’t answer. So I took off on my motorcycle to try to find out where he went. About 10 minutes, I found him, laying on the road. Police officers, ambulance everywhere. I ran over to him, police officers tried to stop me but I just ran through them. I went to check his pulse right away, that’s when I realized he was dead. I should’ve helped him earlier, I should’ve forgave him. It was too late. If you ever come across an argument between your best friend, forgive right away and move on. If you ever come across your friend doing drugs, do something about it and help him stop taking them. I made the wrong choices and let him take drugs, it was probably because of our argument. It’s my biggest regret in my life so far, not helping out a friend in need.