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The story of my near death experience.

Submitted: October 17, 2016

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This is the story i'd hope i'd never have to tell. It all happened today after i finish my maths lesson in collage. Read carefully as i am going to learn you what 
it is like to have everything taken from you in the blink of an eye. People take things for granted in this day and age, but after todays unfortunate events, i'll
never do such a thing again.
#CHAPTER 1: when i realised
I had just finish my maths lesson today in which that in itself had already made me feel like this life wasn't for me. i got laughed at when i was told to find 'Y'
and i circled it. i was exited to get home to make a samitch and watch criminal minds but that dream of mine was shortly murrderd after my mother locked me out of 
the bastard house. it started to rain. my heart sank and i knew i had to think fast. i had no money and my phone had 10% charge. As there was no answer from 
my mother i knew there was little time left. i pulled the handle of the old abandond house next door. luckily it was open and i was able to get my self into a 
tempory safty place. if that door was locked i know that you would not be reading this story. 
i would be dead.
#CHAPTER 2: loosing precious time
unlike myself, my phone had died and i was completely unable to communicate with the world. the only electronic devices i had was a radio that didnt even work propper.
at this point i was completely devastated and scarred for my future existence. As i had no knowledge of when i was going to escape this nightmare (should i ever)
i decided that it would be appropiate to build a small, barley habbitual bedsit witch consisted of a dovet, a make belive fridge, a dressing down covered in 
piss and paint, a radio and some brushes. To pass sometime i thought i would decorate the walls with pink paint, hoping it would get rid of my deppresion that had been
caused due to this tradedy.
#CHAPTER 3: i fell ill and nearly died no joke.
some time had passed and my innocent- still growing lungs had had the misfortune of inhaling the paint chemicals and the dust from this abandoned building. i didnt 
even have any fags* to help me forget about what was going on. i knew i only had a few hours left. any hope of me ever escaping where fading and fading. my  bladder was
full and i had no other option than to go downstairs and urinate. i was discusted in myself but it had to be done. i pissed a my mother vase. i was on the edge by this point, i couldnt go on this way. i had had enough of this it was too much, when i heard a noise. it was my
mother. She had come to get me from this hellish nightmare. i could barley walk and my lungs were filled with suite and tar. barley alive a went back downstairs,
she pulled me to safety... this was the worst 3 hours of my life.


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