I'm not having any type of those bad thoughts like suicide or anything like that. It's actually a recent scene I wrote in my novel (still in progress) called Horror Diaries: Snappy Birthday. A situation that's happening reminds one of the characters, Mitch, about the first time he almost died. He'd say it was when he discovered he's allergic to bees with his first and only sting. He was four years old when his first actual near-death experience happened and it definitely traumatized him. He doesn't talk about it usually at all. I say usually because, in this scene, he's talking to one of his friends, Andrew, about it who is the first person to hear Mitch's story (besides his sister).

Mitch believed he was one of the toughest despite the fact his twin sister, Mia, is a little tougher than him. He was trying not to cry from something that I actually don't know of. He has asthma and a twitching problem. The very first babysitter less than two weeks in her job didn't know about either problem. His head twitched and she (the babysitter) thought he was possessed. So she took him down in the basement and locked him in a room. The room was dark, cold, and definitely not for ones with claustrophobia or the fear of tight spaces. He was banging against the door and yelling for help. He had a teddy bear with him so he hugged it as tight as he could. He was crying and shaking really bad. He was about to have an asthma attack. He was in there for over an hour. Mia had suspicions about what the babysitter did and why she left the key on the counter. Mia grabbed the key, Mitch's inhaler, and a flashlight downstairs to where Mitch was. As soon as their parents arrived, Mia told them what happened. Mitch got nyctophobia or the fear of the dark, claustrophobia, and cleithrophobia which is the fear of being trapped from this incident. Mitch now locks the bedroom door at night to know he's safe and he hates going in any basement. Especially the one in his house. 

I was inspired because with a babysitter she actually locked my brother in his room. He was tearing his door he was that scared. The babysitter thought he was crazy yet she didn't know he was autistic. The door is removed from his room and he never wants one in his room. I didn't mention this but with both Mitch's and my brother's babysitters, they were done working for them because of the incidents. That's why you should ask if there are any mental or health problems that a kid has.