Short and sweet. Watched my friend and roommate in a knife fight with other friend and roommate. I pulled them apart. The one who was attacked fought back with a knife, and the attacker died in the hospital a bit later. I had to go to the court and talk to two prosecutors and a state police detective for several hours, and then testify before a Grand Jury. The roommate that died had a security camera in his room the whole time, and the prosecutor soon was able to obtain footage and audio of the entire incident. I told them everything honestly, and they said I was lying and leaving something out. Then they told me to get an attorney beause they are considering charging me with perjury because they are sure I am lying.
Finally, they play back my own voice. I had blocked out, I realized, the most important first 10 seconds of me intervening. Since, I can reasonably infer, that during those 10 seconds I saw the alleged murder weapon. I have no memory of seeing it. I even remember very clearly freaking out about not seeing a knife. I recall screaming "Who has the knife?" since I was seeing so much blood. After a lot of yelling I broke down in front of the prosecutors in tears in hysteria swearing that I was not lying. But yes it was my voice I heard. It seems they decided they believed me. And sure, I believe them and others, probably, that I did see a knife, but I still have absolutely no memory of this.
An otherwise very nice, noble, but very young friend of mine is now in custody awaiting actual trial, charged with murder in the 2nd degree.
Overall I don't think I am traumatized by this. More like the opposite, small issues are just laughable to me now. I have seen it all. Blood use to make me a little squeemish, but there was so much blood. It's just something to clean up now. The fight happened because the now deceased was regularly beating up his girlfriend, always threatening others, he was always lying, manipulating, threatening, throwing money and drugs at people, betraying, and ratting people out.
I was there for the surviving girlfriend after, since I still had to be there for her since the dead one onc e long ago was my friend. I made peace with the whole matter and wrote a private eulogy. He was very accomplished and respected in society, people not immediately witnessing the horrible things, didn't know about the horrible things.
Should I just move on? Or should I be concerned about the moment of amnesia?? Outside of this experience I have never blacked out my memory, adjusting for alcohol/drugs/whatever.