My Knight

I think one of the first friends i ever had was a boy named Ben...he was always so protective of me, used to remind me of those knights in the fairy-tales. he would have done anything to protect, to help someone he cared about even if he got hurt in the process unlike a lot of the lost friends on here...Ben is not exactly dead..he..is comatose.. the bullies that would punch me in my stomach so hard id cough up blood or beat me unconscious...hit him in the head and sent him flying into a mettle pole, must have hit his head just right...he never got up...i feel like its my fault...i mean he was trying to get the bullies to stop strangling me...i just dont know..