Cosmik Vek 764 May 21, 2015 Share May 21, 2015 It was actually a car accident: My mother manage to get our car in a hole (Because of a distraction) and it was a very intense experience and I don't wish to live this ever again. tamereenshort.ca Former name(s): ExperimentalMLPguy, ObliveonBr0ny, ObliveonRapt0rBr0ny, ObliveonVortex Angelus Corruptus (My OC) My PMVs and YTPs channel 100+ Underrated Metal Bands in 100+ Days (Blog) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Throwaway19573639385 764 May 21, 2015 Share May 21, 2015 Back when I lived in Kokshetav, Kazakhstan I got caught up in some shootout. I didn't live in the best parts of Kazakhstan, between gangs, drug addicts, gypsies and Caucasus folk so things like shootings, fights, murders, whatever were pretty common. While I was walking home, I suddenly heard firearms go off and saw bullets flying past. And well, being 6-year old me all I could do was instinctively duck to the ground and freeze on the spot. It happened so fast and even though it felt like it was going on for ages I didn't actually catch much of what was going on. One thing I'll always be sure of though, the sounds of guns going off, bullets flying everywhere and hitting everything plus seeing people shot to pieces after everything died down will never ever leave me. I've seen bodies before but.. damn. Seeing shot people is something else. The second scariest thing was when my mother and I were finally able to leave Russia. For some reason the country thought it'd be funny to leave me a parting gift. So after a week or two when we finally settled in Germany, the cells in my intestinestarting constantly ripping, making blood and cell fluid flow into my intestines which, well, I had to puke out. It was a scary experience and I was constantly very low on blood and in extreme pain. Not the kind of pain that makes you scream, the kind of pain that is so painful you aren't even able to scream anymore. Luckily the German healthcare took care of me, and even though the doctors had no idea what was going on it just stopped one day after they pumped me full of all the medicine you can think of. Every time the pain kicked in and I started throwing up blood all I could think of is "This is it, this is the last time this will happen, this time I'll die by losing too much blood". It was terrifying and I don't know which was scarier. The shooting, or this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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