I was about 16 we managed to bunk of class for the afternoon. My new pals were fun and we had a laugh. He introduced me to his mate who had a car, great! We have a chauffeur and of we went across the town, no English lesson no crappy teachers. Just freedom. The first stop the local car park. Why ? cos they decided to pop a car stereo and pop went the window as he rammed the screw driver into the side panel, with a twist and a ping the glass scattered. Smashing his way through the window he decided to grab the car stereo. Oh shit. What is he doing? This went on the whole after noon. They were quite the expert. I was amazed how many they collected. Then the Big Fish it was a blaupunct (can't spell) a nice £200 quids worth. Great!. I was actually getting of on the buzz it was exciting an I was a young innocent fool taken in by the adrenelin kick. 

The next day my friend greeted me with the news. Hey the drivers been arrested and he has given our names. We have to go to the police station. I was furious. Bastard! not only has he been nicked (arrested) the F**ker has given my name. IM DEAD!. The folks would no doubt send me on the first plane to Pakistan. I would rather die. We of on the death mission I entered. Simple I but a pack of Paracetamol, I waited until dark and tried to light the heater in my friends garage. It was futile the matches were not lighting the fire. I was alone. It was the first time I stayed out all night. I only had a pack of matches and the pack of pills. I remember the feeling of having NO WHERE TO GO. Every where my thought processes turned lead to a very unhappy life. I would rather die. So I found a vacant alley and started to swollow the pills. One by one the pills started to go down. I had no water. The taste still haunts me to this day. It send shudders down my person. The nauseating feeling is really indescribable. I lost count at about SIXTY PILLS. I remember waiting for me to die thinking that it was taking too long. I even started to think that I was already dead. So EIGHTY PILLS later I was ready to die. I wrote a note saying to my family that I loved them and that I was sorry. So I waited and waited and slept....I was woken up the the sunrise. Still not dead!. I was scared. So I ran to the phone box and called the ambulance. They came and thought I was lying. They threatened to stomach pump me. I was on the hospital bed. My father argued with the staff so that they stomach pump me. They did not believe me. So they stomach pumped me. 

The procedure for a stomach pump is a "big" plastic tube being pushed down your throat then they switch the water on. This in turn makes you involuntary vomit, all the contents of your stomach get expelled like a soldier getting court marshaled, walking the hall of shame as the other recruits turn their back. 

The police let me of with a caution. I had already served my punishment. The other two. THEY GOT TWO YEARS IMPRISONMENT. So I got of lightly !NOT.

Im still alive! A MESSAGE TO YOUR SUICIDAL SELF..

Life is worth it!..............

Zak.........E.......delica.............

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