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    I had no real experience with the moving and my friends were pissed at me, so I was practically by myself in this move. Sadly I picked up my things and moved the things to the moving van. I looked sadly at my old home and sighed my mother went on and on about the new place and how great it would be even while we were in the car. I half listened to her speech and half watched the outside world float away from my finger tips. Away from what I thought was home what I thought would never leave, I sighed and laid my head on the arm of the seat and fell asleep. When I woke up I was cold and I felt pain in every crevice of my body I saw the blood on the wind shield that was in pieces all around and the car was now a compact. I was dizzy and couldn’t think straight I wrestled with the seat belt and let myself out to see the car was in pieces and blood was everywhere I was even bleeding my arm hurt and I couldn’t use it properly I saw blinding lights coming from everywhere it was a cop car and an ambulance. They got me to a hospital they told me I could go to an orphanage for a little while or to my crazy aunt Hilda I chose my aunt Hilda who took me in willingly,
    “Oh my dear I haven’t seen you sense you were a baby.” She crooned the lady was fat and pudgy with tons of make-up on. I brought what I could in because my arm had been broken. She helped me with the rest of my things into a small 3 bedroom house she put my things in a room the place was cramped as soon as I was alone I began crying. When I had finished I fell asleep on the uncomfortable bed. The next mourning I walked out to find Hilda glaring at me. I looked about to make sure it was me.
    “Yes you, you good for nothing lazy idiot!” She screeched at me “Hurry I want floors swept and mopped dishes done and living room cleaned! Hop to it” She yelled and hit me with the stick end of the broom I quickly began working washing the floors and dishes with my own tears. As soon as I was finished I was told to cook all three meals and more chores. Eventually I had finished and was sitting on the bed weeping. I found a small razor blade in my room I stopped to consider the possibilities I had heard of people who cut themselves but I hadn’t the guts to do it so I hid it under my bed for the time being. After a few days of insults, unbearable chores and beatings I was ready to try anything. I took the razor blade and slit my wrist nice and deep and watched the blood flow my cast had been taken off so I could cut my other wrist as well and did. When I finished I felt considerably better and bound up my wrists so Hilda couldn’t hit me for something else. A week later I was slitting my wrists early in the mourning and late at night. Today however I felt dizzy when I opened a wound I didn’t mind it and bound it up quickly and went to work cleaning. A bit later I collapsed in the middle of work. I awoke in the hospital with Hilda and some doctors leaning over me. I scooted over hoping that she wouldn’t hit me now that my secret had revealed.
    “What are you afraid of my dear?” Hilda said
    “Please don’t hit me with the broom.” I said hiding under the blanket.
    “Hit you with the broom” Hilda began laughing “What a wild imagination!” the doctors began laughing with her.
    “Well you seem all better now you can go home.” One doctor said
    “No!” I said defensively, “I refuse!” I yelled the doctors shook their heads and Hilda began to pick me up I squirmed out of her grip and ran to a corner away from everyone.
    “Stay away” I warned they began coming towards me with some kind of needle no doubt filled with a knock out serum I was scared this was no life I hated it so I did the only reasonable thing I took a needle and waited for the response the all gasped.
    “Ok Natalie put down that is a very dangerous chemical put it down.” The doctors commanded me. I looked at it,
    “What is it?” I asked pretending to put it down.
    “A potent disease that kills slowly and painfully the doctors were trying to find a cure.” A doctor said
    “Have you” I asked putting it down
    “No not yet but we getting there.” He said relieved he motioned for the other doctors and Hilda back for a little.
    “How long will it take to kill?” I asked again retracting my hand
    “About 24 hours” He said slowly advancing “And we really can’t find a cure in 24 hours not even without breaks.” He was almost upon me when I grabbed the disease and ran I heard yelling as I burst out of the hospital. I wouldn’t go back not now not ever I ran to a secluded alley looked around and then injected the serum to where my heart was supposedly the whole thing. My body became unbearably hot I felt uncomfortable and began sweating and panting I tugged at my skin that seemed to tight like a shirt that was too small I slit open my wrists all the cuts hoping it would release it didn’t an hour of cutting my skin open with my nails then my body became numb I couldn’t feel my body I couldn’t move and almost couldn’t breathe. I was paralyzed for a few hours struggling for breath then my body hurt I could feel all the pain I was trying to ignore the cutting and slitting and I still couldn’t breathe and I began getting dizzy “Only 18 hours to go” I thought then I could suddenly breathe and I could still feel the pain I heard people getting closer throwing the needle to the ground I got up and ran lopsidedly away dizzy almost in a drunken manor. I ran to a bridge and there I lay for a few hours I could breathe but I began coughing up blood every few minutes so it was like I couldn’t breathe anyway. “14 hours only 14.” I began shaking like I was having a seizure I couldn’t control my body that lasted only an hour then I began vomiting blood I couldn’t stop and I began to cry too. I threw up for 7 hours now the sun was going down and I couldn’t move lying in my own vomit I struggled to breath “6…….” I couldn’t think anymore I felt dead but I knew there was 6 hours to go 4 hours went by I couldn’t sleep though I wanted to I was now conscious more awake then I thought I could be “2 hours!” I shouted then told myself to be quiet but I couldn’t I broke into a car and got a knife and ran to random people and began stabbing I couldn’t stop I didn’t even know what I was doing that was how I spent my last two hours alive walking down an alley I dropped the knife and dropped down and I could have sworn I saw my mother’s face smiling and inviting me away to the after life….

    7 months later
    It is said that 14 year old Natalie Hazelton died of a disease called the 24 hour disease if you or a loved one is showing signs of this highly contagious disease call this number-click!

    “What a load of bullshit.” A man said turning the news off his wife nodded before someone knocked on the door and their son tumbled down the stairs…