Memory Record No. 3Memory Record No. 3Gerrit deBoer I woke up in a dark room, frightened and disturbed. My body felt strangely numb, yet hot and sensible to any stimulus. I wondered why the massive blood loss didn't kill me, why the huge puddle on the floor that had spilled out of my veins had not been reason enough to let me pass. Why I was still alive and now even conscious. However, the way my body felt I was sure there was just a matter of a few hours, maybe one or two days until I'd die anyways. At least it was what I thought when the tremor started to take over my muscles. Seizures shook me, fever raged in my body so high, that I thought it would cook my insides. Pain jerked on my limbs, twisted my guts and let me cry and scream in agony.Whimpering I curled up into a ball, physically and mentally at the end of the rope. At this very point I simply wanted to die. I wanted the pain and suffering to stop right here and now, wanted to finally
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