I almost died in a bike

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It all started one faithful morning....

Well, if you're reading this just know that I'm either in an hospital bed or probably dead, but until I'm sure, we can stick to that title.

One morning, I got pretty excited to see my elder brother after a long while apart, I just got back from boarding school and he's a young bachelor living life to the fullest. I called him and he was pretty excited to have me. So I dressed up and headed for his house. It was like traveling from one state to another, I wonder why he chose to go live that far away from our family house.

It was a smooth ride, I boarded the bus and made the mistake of smiling to a remark the old lady sitted close to me made, after that it was story frenzy. She even told me about how her first sex had gone, how the guy had left her legs shaking violently. I tried not to see the full picture because I could only see her old face and who would want to see an old lady shaking violently from sexual pleasure? Certainly not me.

I finally got to his house, my brother, such a fine young man greeted me warmly and his house was quite the sight. Without wasting much time we decided to play Fifa on his play station, he immediately went for Barcelona and I opted to use Bayern Munich, you should see his face, it changed color. Anyways I ended up using Chelsea instead and he beat the hell out of me before his phone rang. It was urgent, he had to leave immediately. He quickly informed me what I needed to do if he couldn't make it back on time before he came back, he also warned me not to open his fridge.

Of course I didn't, atleast not entirely. After playing game for a while, I got bored and decided to see a movie and what better way to do it than with snacks. So I headed to the fridge and brought out juice and my eyes immediately set on cake. There were dozen of them carefully wrapped in small sizes. I took four and headed back to the living room to watch the movie. The cake tasted really nice and after having the four I was hungry for more, well, I ended up eating eight and by the time I finished, I ended up realizing that I weighed five o clock (apparently I used the wall clock).

Then my brother's call came in that he wasn't going to come back soon and since it was already getting late I needed to go back home. I carefully locked the house, I think and headed for the street. I walked for a while and then a bike called me and asked where I was headed, I told him and after careful negotiation he agreed to take me. I entered the bike and we were off, we were going at a pretty fast rate and my eyes were closing.

I opened them at a point and realized we were going one way in a very busy road. The bike man kept manoeuvering his way through speeding cars, and he wasn't even careful about it. He made a turn right in front of one truck and I was almost sure that was it, we missed the truck by just an inch and at that moment, I came back to my senses, all the effect of the cake vanished. I pleaded immediately with him to slow down, because I couldn't even see anything with the way the breeze was slapping me from all angles. He just laughed and said nothing.

Then it happened, while he was still speeding and trying to dodge coming cars, just then the door of one car parked right by the road flung open exactly at the moment we were about to pass it and out of reflex, the bike man made a swerve trying to avoid hitting the car door. That swerve coupled with the speed made us lose control and we ended up flying uncontrollably.

I could only remember shouting Jesus!

Did I die? I don't know, I really can't remember.

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