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This is a tale of a night that will forever remain in my nightmares~
Mid day I browse through the multitude of myspace bulletins.
"Alright!" I exclaim to myself. "A massive rave back at my old friend's house. This will definately be memorable."
As I close the firefox windows and shut down the computer, I think to myself, "Why not start the night off early? I haven't drinken in months, so I'll grab an empty water bottle and fill it half-way with vodka. Yeah, that oughta do it."
Come 4 in the afternoon I grab the 1.75 of Absolut and fill my bottle as planned. I have no way of obtaining the drug I desire, ecstasy, so I grab my wallet and check to see how much money I have. "Twentyfive dollars, that'll be enough for a couple bottles of robitussin."
I drive to work at 5 pm with my water bottle of magic liquid. "It's an easy job, no harm in getting drunk at work." I reason to myself. I come in through the back as usual and get ready for work and take my first swig. "Hah, the first is always the strongest." I say with a sour look on my face. Following my drink I walk to the front counter clearing my deranged look and clock in. 17.00. Exactly on time, just as always.
By 7 pm I've finished my bottle completely and toss it in the trash. Even though I only weigh 115 I have an unrealistic tolerance to alcohol, an inherited trait I beleive. So the bottle, equal to 6 shots has barely enough of an effect to give me a small buzz. By 8:30, after closing, I've finished all my duties and sobered up, I clock out.
"Time for the fun to begin."
A short drive to walmart later I grab my intended 3 bottles of cough syrup, pay for them, and then decide to head back to the electronics section. Foolishly, but stealithy I drink an entire bottle on the way back. I browse for a bit and then head to the exit. On the way I notice a Rock Band 2 demo set up... in the men's clothing department..? Oh well. At that point, the medicine began to kick in, and I started to go slightly numb. Nonetheless I play through a few songs on expert. It's an alright game. I pick up my bag and start off to my car once again.
Not having a cell phone any longer I need to head home to call and check on the rave. My father has just gone to sleep when I get home, but I am careful to be quite while on the phone. He says they're on their way to get their candy, but they'll be home soon, so come on over. Unbeknowenst to me, my suspicious father had picked up the phone in his room and listened to my conversation. As I gathered my things and began to leave, he confronted me. He asks what I had meant when they asked me what I was going to get for the rave, and I said "Don't worry, I have my own medicine.." Seeing no way around it, I explain to him about my intentions, and he verbally chastises me, but concludes with, "I can't control you, but be careful. I'm worried about you, don't do anything stupid." Soon after I brush off his worries, because I know nothing is going to happen, nothing ever does. I finish picking up my supplies, including just 2 bottles and several glow sticks and open the door. Before I walk out and close it, I hear "I'm going to pray for you, I love you." Being sentimental I simply say "I love you too."
The drive to my home town is slightly difficult because of the syrup I had taken earlier. My limbs are numb, and my perception is slightly off, but 35 minutes later I arrive at my destination.
"Hmm first one here... that kinda sucks." So I grab another bottle and down it, turn off my car and turn on some techno. Entranced I wait for the owner and the first few party goers to arrive. Almost half an hour passes before they pull up in the tiny red Cavalier. I stumble out of my car with the lightsticks and final bottle in my pockets. "Woah, the second bottle hit me hard." I giggle to myself. I walked to the crowd of people scrambling out of the vehicle and we continue to the air-conditioned garage that was newly built next to the house. An ideal place for a party.
I walk into the enormous building to see speakers, amps, and full stacks setup all through out the area. They all show me what they got, several purple budhas, a plethora of blue dolphins, and a few green naked ladies. I was surprised at the variety, but it didn't stun me too much because at that point I was at the second plateau and still rising. They all took their candy and then dimmed the lights and began breaking glow sticks, what did surprise me is that he had over one hundred of them!
"Wow." I said, "Got enough? haha." "Well we're gonna need em." The owner responded.
"Alright, LET'S GET STARTED!!" He yells over everyones mindlessly chattering voices. The lights go off and the first song comes on. The music is deafening, but amazing all the while. Shortly after, he turned on his custom rave lights setup. Colored lights and stobes lined the front of the wall above the setup. As the music played they shone and sprayed all hews of light in sync with the music. It was nothing short of amazing.
As I waited for their drugs to kick in I downed the third bottle of syrup and broke my light sticks and went into the giant space set up as a dance floor. It was the most amazing at-home setup imaginable. As the glow from my lightsticks intensified I began twirling them about and grooved to the beat. Soon after everyone else joined in. We raved for a good 45 minutes until I grew tired and sat down on the bed he set up near the back wall. Yeah, I thought it was weird he set up a bed for a rave, but at that point I wasn't complaining.
I rested for a bit and before I got up, one person I didn't expect to show up did. I'll refer to him simply as friend. He notices me right as he opens the door, and we begin to converse. He has a bottle of tequila in his hand, but throught out our conversation, I only notice him take a single small drink. We get on the topic of dxm, and he is very interested. As the conversation concludes, he agrees to drive me to walmart so I can point out what to get for him.
We get in the car and drive to walmart, no issues what so ever. But I soon realize that I'm high up in the third plateau and can hardly function. But manage to point out the cough gels to him and tell him to get 3 bottles. After that I go straight back out the the car and wait for him. The wait seems like forever and my eye lids grow heavier and heavier until I fall asleep...
Then the real adventure begins... or for better wording... the nightmare.
I wake up moving down a hallway with blinding lights, urgent voices yelling from left to right and vice versa. One of the beings leans over my head, blocking some of the light and asks me what my name is. I forcefully attempt to speak my own name, but fail miserably and what comes out is an incoherent babble similar to what I was aiming for. More questions are asked, I fail to answer them all.
"What is this." I think to myself. "This can't be real." My thoughts are clear as could be, but I soon realize that the main reason I can't speak is the unrealistic pain surging through out my body.
"This... This can't be real.. I must be dreaming.. or.. is it the dxm..? No.. No.. it couldn't be.. it-" My thoughts are broken by one of the voices telling me I am about to be moved from my current position to the xray table.
"The xray table..? Why do I need an x-" My thoughts are cut off again as I'm tilted to my side. The pain surges through my body ten fold as a hard plastic board is slid underneath my bare body.
"Where are my clothes..?" Then another voice counts "1... 2... 3!"
I'm pulled from off my hard padding and the pain courses through me with unimaginable intensity.. then everything goes black.
I come to very shortly after, and there is a giant machine looming over me and a bright light shines from it as it makes a mechanical whirring noise. Then again comes another voice that I've already grown to fear.
"Alright, we need to turn you on your side for this next xray."
I shudder to think of what this would compare to that the pain caused from being tilted slightly caused. Again the voice counts "1... 2... 3!" Hands up and down the length of my fragile body push and again the pain returns, 1000 fold this time, as it feels as though my entire body is being folded in half. The lights around me go black once again as conciousness slips away.
The next time I wake up seemingly a lifetime later, I'm on a cold hard surface being moved through a machine with a bright light spinning around me stopping at my neck and then resuming half the length down my body. "What the hell is going on?" I finally realize that something had to have gone terribly wrong after I fell asleep at walmart, and this had to be really happening. Then again the terrifying voice tells me I need to be moved from the table I was on. Tears swell in my eyes as I brace for the pain that chills me straight to my core. Once again the plastic board is slid under me, once again I am moved and the pain overcomes me, and once again the blackness takes over.
The next time reality ensues, I'm in a bed, surrounded by my family, close friends, and the person that was driving. I'm heavily sedated with a combination of the most powerful pain killers available, and once again, my thoughts are crystal clear, but my ability to speak is severly diminished. I feebly ask what happened, and the events of the night following the trip to walmart are recounted to me.
Apparently, friend as I am calling him drove back towards the rave, and when he got to the dirt roads leading back to the house, he decided he wanted to see how fast he could go. 50... 60... 70... 80... 90 mph the speedometer read as he flew down the road. Then the unexpected happened, the car began to drift sideways, and he began to fish tail violently, then went off the road, striking a utility pole on the passenger side, breaking the foot and a half thick wooden pole into THREE peices, and continued to slide another 200 feet coming to rest in a drive way. Friend, being uninjured panicked and grabbed the three bottles he had bought and rushed away from the car and carelessly tossed them into the trees, then came back to check on me. I was incoherently screaming in pain and constantly slipping in and out of conciousness, so he decides finally to call 911.
Shortly after a sheriff and an ambulance arrive. I'm assessed in a critical manor and then they called in the hospitals helicopter because I am in such a terrible condition that a mere ambulance in not enough to get me to the hospital. With in a few minutes a helicopter arrives and I'm taken to the hospital where I had soon after woken from my pain-filled delirium.
My mother then tells me that my pelvis is broken so badly that the radioligist could not even count all the fractures, and to add to it, my lower spine is also horrifically broken and my liver was lacerated as well as my other organs being damaged from the impact.
I lay in bed for the next two days, being able to only move my arms in a weakened fashion. Then I have surgery. The surgery took a painstaking 7 and a half hours, all of which I was put to sleep for of course. When I awoke, I looked down to see a 12 inch incision running the course of my entire waste line, filled with staples every 4 to 5 centimeters. All in all I had over 10 small plates reconstructing the entire right side of my pelvis, and a 5 inch long bolt through another part, along with 7 screws holding me together. Nothing could be done about my spine, but it was forced back into place and is healing nicely so far.
Three weeks of physical rehabilition ensued my surgery, and at the end I was finally able to return home, still unable to move about by myself. Now, over a month after the accident, I lay here typing up my story, still bound to a wheel chair, wondering "How is it that I survived such a horrific accident... Was it... Maybe... My father's prayers...?"
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