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The other day I drove home dead drunk drank from a midnight rave. It was a miracle I made it home alive; the four or five cars I almost hit on the highway swerved away in the last second. Stumbling out of the car, I climbed haggardly into the bed with my sweat flowing profusely. I must have slept for a few hours before I suddenly woke up caked in vomit and blood. I was extremely dehydrated and definitely needed medical attention, so I clambered downstairs towards the refrigerator. Now, normally I store my bleach in my refrigerator alongside the orange juice. I've read online that cold bleach has a more potent effect on fabrics, so I always keep my bleach cold just in case I need them. So when I reached into my fridge to get my orange juice, and grabbed the bleach in my dazed half-dead state. It took a few minutes of chugging before I realized what I was drinking. SHIT! I screamed and immediately tossed the entire jug against the wall. I began doubling over in pain, the tortuous torrent in my stomach was completely unbearable. I began to feel dizzy from all the pain and I was quickly losing consciousness. Knowing that I needed medical help immediately, I agonizingly drew my phone from my pocket. Entering the code 2,3,4,2 was practically impossible in my current state, but I managed to do it. A surge of bliss overcame me; I was going to be saved, I was going to be ok. Now I feel a slight sense of regret for trying so hard to live. As I looked toward my phone, Onara Gorou was playing. I was killed instantly.