Posted by Sebastian on September 5, 2003, at 21:48:05
In reply to Re: My friend is dead! » Sebastian, posted by Dena on September 5, 2003, at 10:57:09
The worst part of all this. The guy who died was not even a very good freind of mine, I didn't know him well. He was freinds with a group of people who didn't like me, sort of like he was from their area. I actulay was freind with them for a breif moment, but I couldn't handle their drugs (I guess thats the reason) and we never made good freinds. In fact they started picking fights with me, I got in good with a group of guys from my part of town. A lot of fight began. First I was sucker punched. Then we went over to his house threatening him. There was a big fight later on when I wasn't around that day. My freinds won of course. His father meet privatly to settle this. I partyed hard for about 1.5 years, only hanging with these guys. I was selling at the time and was introduced to a client that was freinds with the other croud, unpronounced. He was a very good customer. One night he picked me up after work. The dead guy was drinking and I belive on acid, the other guy was sober looking and drove me down to the oil feilds, the only thing they told me that night was they had something to show me????????????????????Why! Repeatedly I asked what it was?? No answer!!!!I was fully sober after work, and suspicious. Suddenly they pulled up to the tank. Jumped out of the truck and ran to the tank, went around the side and up the stairs. I stoped at the bottom! Asked the guy standing there. Arn't you coming? My feet are too short. So I stoped and stood on the side of him away from the tank. Looked out at the harbour. Didn't talk much. Looked up the 2 were at the top. Looked back at the habour, BOOM. I was standind about 10-20 feet away. Ran for my life my ear rang, could feel the heat on my back, wondered if my jacket was melting? Got a good distance away stopped and looked back, heard his screems, watch him run down the stairs on fire, I looked at the other guy standing next to me, he was holding his hand up to the side of his face looking down shaking and saying something. I shook saw a car drive off fast, (she took him to the hospital after dousing him in the streem), the car passed a police car, which drove at me. I was questioned and sat in the back of the car till 4am. The whole time the other guy wanted to smoke a joint in the back of the police car. 4am we sat in the streew and got high, no words said, just smoked and went home, never saw him after that. The second guy was only hospitalized for a few weeks. I saw him in the hospital and he wouldn't talk, his dad said "He doesn't remember anything" , this is right after he was getting ready to tell a big exciting story?!????.?.?... Never saw him again either. Never even could get him on the phone. Always out. Or moved, when I was in town. The dead guy was on life support 5 years in a coma with 2nd and 3rd degree burns. The girl who drove to the hospital I never spoke to that night or ever after. The only time I was able to talk to anyone about this was right after, the freinds who didn't like me, invited me to a party to talk................................For 7 years now my life has dramaticaly changed, I lived in fear for years, I just don't care anymore.
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