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As night became day he started to understand the truth.
He had alienated everyone.
From his brothers and sisters to his mother and his father.
From his CO workers to his local grocery clerk. He had found that his good Grace said ran out. He was alone, and it was all his fault.
As he lay there in his own blood, sweat, and tears. He found that there was no one to call. He couldn't get up, Even if you could make it to the phone. Would any of the people answer?
He had fallen down the stairs slightly after dinnertime. He lay there at the bottom of the staircase, unable to get up. His phone was on the top of the stairs.
It took him until the morning to finally truly hit. He was alone and might die here if he couldn't get up.
He wasn't quite sure that he didn't deserve this. The conversation was almost forgotten, Remembering times for he could have been kind, Remembering times for he could have been helpful.
Could let anyone in...
But he didn't.
He could barely breathe without his side blistering hot white pain. There is something wrong with his ribs he really hoped he didn't puncture anything. It was very hard to breathe. But he had waited all night
And no one was going to come, no one wanted to come.
No there was no way he was going to make it up the stairs,
So the only chance he would have is the crawl to the front door.
A tense muscles as turnover he screamed in pain. Screening still he Moved. his lungs beating for the hot white pain. Turn only to do with whimper desperate to grab his silence so he could stop the aching in his chest even a little.
After he turned over with a hurting chest, his right leg was broken. His arms were bruised But not broken.
With one leg to push and his black and blue arms. Unable to breeze deeply.
He didn't make it to the door.