The Beginning.

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He wakes up *heavy breathing* "No, not this, not this again, not right now." He thinks in his mind. He starts to run out of breath as he approaches his pump but he falls on the ground, still running out of breath. He saw someone coming from the door of his room, running, but the vision was blurry, he couldn't see who he was and he faints.

He heard some voices as he wakes up, "Did he woke up? Is he okay now? " Someone said as his vision was still kinda blurry, so he couldn't see properly. "Oi oi Oli you fainted again, what is wrong with you, you know you should keep your pump always with you near you." His best friend, Mark, said as he wakes wide awake by a splash of water on his face by mark. "You son of a bitch you know I hate that when you do that" he said to Mark. "It's almost 4 in the morning, you never had this so early in the morning, you really need to take a break and calm yourself from all this stressful environment" Mark says. "It's fine, I'm okay but what the heck were you doing out of the room this early morning" says Oliver. "We were out for a walk because you know I have insomnia and I was not feeling well so Mark and me went out to get some fresh air" said Barry interrupting Mark and Oliver. " Oh well okay, I hope you are feeling good now" Said Oliver

-lights were turned off as Oliver and Mark went back to sleep and Barry continued to watch some anime on internet-

"Wake up Oli, wake up mark, its already 07:39 am, we would be late for college" Barry shouts loudly. "Ahhhhhh not late again" said Mark as Oliver wakes up run towards bathroom for shower "Ugh oli not fucking again, c'mon come out you would get us late. don't shower like a fucking princess in there for half an hour" Mark said by banging his hand on bathroom door. "shut up you bitch, I'm not a hoe like you who gets ready like a fucking girl and does makeup for hours" Oliver shouts from inside the bathroom. "shut the fuck up and get the fuck out" Mark shouts while still banging his hand on the door.

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