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Trouble Breathing Member
since 2002-11-12
Posts 63 |
THUD! It’s two in the morning, and screeching tires and the front ends of two tons of metal colliding awakes me from a deep sleep. “Why me? Why now?” I think to myself knowing damn well what I should do. I got out of bed and called an ambulance. I then wandered outside in my slippers and bathrobe to see if everything was all right. To my surprise I noticed the man on one end of the car was none other than my old high school buddy, Brian Fritz. I did not recognize the other man. A few minutes later the ambulance came and I headed back inside to go back to bed. I thought about the good times we had together and high-school, and couldn’t help but wish that maybe I treated him better. “Ah well” I think to myself, “What’s done is done” I say as I go back to sleep. I awake in the morning and go through my usual routine… shower, Breakfast, TV, nothing out of the ordinary. I decide to get dressed and check out the paper. I was shocked to read the Obituary of my old high-school friend. I had not thought it was this serious. I walk to the window and look outside. All that’s remains of the accident was a few various pieces of metal in the road. Thinking nothing else of this the rest of the day, I left early for work. I came home and wasn’t feeling well, so I decided I’d go to sleep early. SLAM! I had not been asleep more than two hours when I was awoken, this time, by the slamming of a door. I notice my bedroom door that I had left open is now shut. I get up to open it again…and am suddenly pulled backwards on to my bed. Now scared beyond belief I get up and look around. No one is there. I turn around once more and start to walk back to my bed, when I am pissed through the patio door and on to my back porch. I stand there, now shaking and cold, and still see nothing. I’m in to much pain to get up, so I lie there, whimpering. …as I am now hanging by my fingertips from the balcony, I remember seeing the faded face of a long lost high-school friend. “You’re better off this way” Were the last words I remember hearing before losing grip of the balcony, and falling two stories to the ground. I woke up in a hospital bed, which was apparently two weeks later. I had vague memories of what had happened, but thought myself delusional. My family crowded around me to hug me and show their support. Two days later, I was taken to Mullwood Psychiatric Care, to be treated for what they thought to be an apparent suicide attempt. To this day, I have still not completely come to terms with what happened that night. I realize now that I am anything but psychotic, as a matter of fact, I’m beginning to think I’m the only sane one around these parts anymore… |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big huggggssssssss) I think it takes a sojourn through the insane to really be convinced one is sane, dearest friend, I attempted suicide when I was 12 but before I did so, I felt God push me back, and I know it was Him, and that is how I have turned to Him and understand Him much more now! (sigh) Now I look all around me at those who play God and mock God and I think "Wow, for once I feel sane!" This is excellent, sweet friend, you have my vote, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Trouble Breathing Member
since 2002-11-12
Posts 63 |
Thank you  I write these stories and it makes me so glad that things like the story above aren't from personal experience. I truly do feel bad for the people that do go through this type of thing, though. |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
This was a very interesting write and held my attention to the very last. Shows a good imagination. I happily vote, anything that holds my attention deserves it. I be me BUT who does me be? |
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Flower Member
since 2003-03-15
Posts 240California |
Interesting write, what an imagination - glad not true life for you. Love reading all these great writes. |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
This is a really cool story....I held my attention all the way to the end. Bridgette  "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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