young, dumb and - well- extremely lucky
When I was 16 my friends and I were getting ready to go out to a club one Friday night. We were gathered at Sarah's house as everyone knows young girls like to get ready in packs. Young girls like to do everything in packs. There were 5 of us, my best friends whom I had known for over half my life.

Sarah lived about 15 minutes further away from Sydney than me so, as we would be catching the train up that night, we would pass my station on the way to the city- sound pointless now but essential later.

The trains where I live are crap, the 11pm train we were getting up would be the last train for the night, but all the station staff go home around 9pm, so the stations are deserted.

Ok, I have been delaying a bit here coz I don't really want to admit to being this stupid but- Sarah's bf's flatmate was a pharmacist - or so he said, I was naive enough to believe him then. We had no cash and so were going out straight that night- a prospect that we didn't find so appealing.

The flatmate told us that if we took anti-depressants we would halucinate and dumbly we agreed to give it a try.

I didn't realise but he gave Sarah and the other girls only 1 pill. He gave me 5. Zoloft (sp?). I'm no longer sure what milligram but was later told it was a potentially fatal dose. He wanted to see what would happen. This man is not the person I want to thank for doing me a good deed.

So we get on the train and all is good.

Suddenly it is not. Not good. Not at all. I feel nauseas, my stomach hurts SO MUCH and my head is spinning.

I fall to the ground. I throw up. Alot. I crawl feebly away from the smell. I am very confused and very far from well. I lose control of my muscles, lying on the floor of the train like a rag-doll.

My friends help me up and tell me we are pulling into my train station. This penetrates weekly and I am relieved that someone is going to help me get home.

The train pulls in, the doors open. My slack body is heaved off the train to fall on the platform. still vomiting and completely unable to move even my head the last thing I hear from my friends is

"You understand, don't you? It's just too good a night to miss."

They are not the people I want to thank or doing me a good deed.

The person I wan to thank is Kurt. I hadn't seen him for over 5 years at this point but when he turned up 5 minutes later, having missed the train, he recognised me.

He got my story out of me, helped me hurl anything left out of me, washed my face and wrists in cool water, dragged me around for over an hour trying to get me to walk. He held me up and dialed the phone number (he paid for the call too) at a public phone and held me until my parents came to collect me. At my own wish he even lied ot my parents and told them I had food poisoning.

Dumbest thing I've ever done (and that REALLY is saying something) and he saved me. I don't know what would have happened to me if I'd spent the winter night lying on the station in ruined fishnets, a pvc miniskirt and a mesh top in a puddle of spew.

So this is the person I want to thank. I've told him many times since in real life, but now the internet knows.

Thanks Kurt.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 5:33, 16 replies)

:O
Man, you are really lucky.

What did your friends say?
(Poogle, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 6:50, closed)

i asssume
that they are no longer friends of yours...?

coz they need a good shoeing for that!!
(Hosey^, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 8:04, closed)

ummm....
well I had some pretty extreme self esteem problems, they were my closest friends for another 18 months, then they stopped talking to me.

Pathetic I know and I'd never let anyone treat me like that anymore.

Sarah and Lucie (my 2 BFF's) were also in on it.

As to what my friends said? They went to the club, where mr kitty was out of his face on acid and told him.

He spent 5 days going crazy before I could get out of bed to call him.

He spent that whole night knowing that he couldn't get home, couldn't call (and wake my parents and notify them that he was off his face and knew what had happened) and had ABSOLUTELY no way to know if I had even gotten home.

I've been thinking about posting this all week, only built up the courage today.

BTW, my friends (no longer) still swear that it was one of the best nights ever and it sucks that I had to miss it.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 8:23, closed)

cunts
better off without them.
(Spangulum nailing your mother since 1824, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 8:35, closed)

i had typed almost
exactly the same, but you got there first.

a bunch of total cunts. fuck having friends like that.

glad your still with us kitty
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 8:48, closed)

And I
was about to type the same thing too.

Shower of bastards, I hope that happens to them one day too, then they'll realise just how shittily they treated you.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 11:13, closed)

Likewise
You've got to wonder about the sanity and outlook of the twunt-buckets who act like that. Despicable.
(annexed, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 13:01, closed)

What an...
Utter shower of bastards, useless fucknuggets.

They sound like they deserve to be stuck in that situation!

Fuckers
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 8:52, closed)

I am totally gobsmacked that a group of girls would leave you like that.
That out of the whole group there was not one girl who stayed with you.

The fact that they just left you there was evil and not just wrong.

*shakes head in disbelief*
( girlinthehole, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 8:58, closed)

Unbelieveable
The guy would give you five sertraline tablets like that, no wonder you felt so ill. I'm amazed that you weren't hospitalized.

As for your so-called friends, people like that deserve utter contempt.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 9 Oct 2008, 9:19, closed)

pleasee tell me
who your so called friends were, so I can hunt them down, rape, skin and torture them to death.

slowly


Thankyou
(Halfy By light alone, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 10:09, closed)

Friends?
FRIENDS?

With 'friends' like those, who needs arch-nemeses...?
( chart cat has an itch, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 10:18, closed)

That's terrible
Really, they're not friends if they've done that. Selfish bunch of fuckers.

I'm glad you've realized that too with this story, you could do much better than them.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 11:18, closed)

There's nothing I can say about those scum that hasn't already been mentioned in the replies above...
But I'd just like to say well done you for plucking up the courage to post the story.

*clicks*
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 12:45, closed)

what a pack of bitches!
they all need raping with fiery traffic cones.
as for the sociopath who gave you those tablets "to see what would happen", i sincerely hope that either you had him arrested or that he took the rest of the pills himself and died horribly.
i know that's harsh, but there can be no excuse for treating another human being like that.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 13:26, closed)

You were as lucky to have a friend like that...
...as you were unlucky to have nasty cunts like that, be that horrible to you.

Glad it all worked out alright for you, and I scho everyone elses venom towards your 'mates'.

*clicky* and *hugs*
(Nogin the Nog is the good one! Beware Nogbad the Bad!, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:09, closed)