Outlast
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They say, "whatever kills you makes you stronger", that changed for one man. A man named Jim Halbert, this mans life was re written by the big guy up top, this is a story about how he explains his pain through paper to his brother... "Hey bro, how have you and your wife been? I hope you too have been doing good things in that honeymoon of yours, Amsterdam must have been a lot of money for you? Anyway, I know your a busy man but I had to write to you today because... Well.. First I just want to say sorry for arguing with you the other week, I shouldn't have taken that to far. Second what I need to say is mom pasted away last month, the lump she had turned out to be breast cancer and well..... She never wanted treatment so.... I buried her with dad out back......... Well I can't say that anymore because I couldn't take the pressure so I moved to Russia. I've been meeting girls and I think I'm in love. Now, I know you've just received the news that you have H.I.V but, is it curable? Are you even wanting it cured? Well anyway I have to stop writing but I hope to hear from you and again I'm sorry for the argument. Yours truly- Jim" Jim doesn't know that he died 5 weeks ago and Jim never knew that his brother killed his mother, not cancer.
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*Mitch POV* I knew something was wrong when I couldn't breathe. It was in the middle of our social studies lesson for the day, and I tried to take a breath. All that happened was worse suffocation. Being twelve, I didn't handle it well. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was an odd sounding croak. My teacher hushed me. But someone sitting next to me looked at me and noticed how pale I looked, or noticed that tears were welling in my eyes and I was drooping. I wrapped my hands around my throat seconds before I blacked out. That was only the first instance. In the time that I was unconscious, my lungs filled with fluid and I almost died. I was out for nearly two days, and my parents really thought that I would die. I vaguely remember hearing my mom crying while I couldn't open my eyes, and my dad telling her that maybe it was just my time and they had to let me go. But then I woke up, and the fluid had been drained from my lungs. I spent a while more in the hospital, and in that time, my parents found out that I had cancer. It had been determined that I probably wouldn't live much longer, maybe three months at the most. The conversation was happening outside my room, where I was supposed to be asleep, but I still heard the whole thing. What I remember most is my mom's sobs.

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