Yesterday, at about 5:30am, I overheard police breaking into my downstairs neighbor's apartment. Being curious about the commotion, I stepped outside to see if I could hear anything about the situation. Through the coded police chatter, I could only glean that the man living directly below us had taken his own life with a bullet to the head.
Strangely, I was awake at 5am (cats woke me up), and I did not hear a gunshot. Police mentioned that the man had called to report a drug overdose earlier that morning, so that meant he must've been alive to do it. The chronology of the incident disturbs me.
I did not know the man well. We'd only crossed paths twice in the year since I'd moved in, so it seems I should not be so deeply affected by his passing. Despite that, I cannot stop thinking about what happened.
Have you had anything like this happen to you? How does one deal with the death of a stranger without appealing entirely to callousness and apathy? Do you think it would be wrong for me to try and learn more?
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