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2021.12.07 21:43 biol0gy_bitch Drinking while on metformin

Hello all, I just had a quick question about consuming alcohol while on metformin. A couple weeks back I was out having dinner with family and had a couple of drinks. Probably within an hour in, I started getting horrible stomach cramps and couldn’t figure out why. Fast forward to today, I read my metformin bottle and figured out that this was the cause of my cramp’s.
If any of y’all also have this side affect, how do you go about drinking?
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2021.12.07 21:43 CoNn0r_ThE_Cr3ep Axe murderer Thomas

am sorry for grammar mistakes and spelling errors I was never the best at
Warning the following is gorey, gruesome, disturbing, and violent, viewer discretion is advised to ALL READERS. Now let the story start...
The road to Thomas's house was long, dark, and heavily forested. He never thought much of it, he never found it scary, let alone creepy. In fact he found it calming, it gave him time to think and or talk to himself. He would tell himself small stories, they were short but entoraned him. There was a spot where the light would show, he would stop his bike next to a tree stump and rest for ten, Maybe thirty minutes. Then would continue on his way home. He didn't want to go home, his dad was an alcoholic, and his mom was never there. “Why do I have to go home anyway?” he asked himself, he asked this question a lot, why?
When he got home it was the same, fighting, yelling, Thomas didn’t mind, it wasn’t his problem anyway. He left the door open and walked up stairs. He walked into his room and sat on the bed facing the wall. He didn't own a television or have money for one so he sat on his bed to think to himself, to tell more stories to himself. His parents were still fighting down stairs, he walked to his bookshelf and got a book to read. He walked to the other side of the room and curled into a ball to read. Thomas enjoyed literacher he liked to imagine that he was the character in the book, because they had a family or they had a better life than him. His father yelled at him without reason and beat Thomas often, and his mother didn’t want him at all. That's when he felt anger, all the time that his parents yelled at him. They didn’t even care about him, he could jump off a building and they wouldn’t care, all they cared about was paying the bills or drinking till they couldn’t stand. Thomas had lived sixteen years of this abuse, maybe that's why he only felt anger. At that moment the house went silent, his parent’s realised Thomas was home. He heard one of his parent’s walking up stairs, it was his mother “hi...thomas'' she said looking around for him, he stood up and looked down at his mom, he was the tallest in the house, five eleven, taller than his dad “oh hi thomas'' she said. He said nothing, thomas didn’t talk much unless he had to, he didn’t have to much anyway, the kids at school where scared for a lack of better words they thought he was...crazy, he would chew on his long black hair, he would talk to himself when he was alone or mad, he kept his head down all day. the only one at school who liked him was his best friend jacob. Thomas didn’t care what other kids said about him as long as he had his best friend he was fine. He stared at his mom for about a minute before she said “ah you're so wired” she said as she walked away. He stared at her as she walked down the hall then turned to finish his book…
That night he had a hard time sleeping like most nights. He turned in his bed trying to get comfortable, he would fall asleep and wake up five minutes later only to fall asleep again and repeat. He was fine with this, he didn’t care if he dozed off in class or had bags under his eye’s, he was sleep deprived most of the time. He had nightmares mostly but he would wake up and just fall back asleep…
In the morning his mother was at work and his dad was asleep on the couch again. That, that was so rage inducing, that site only could drive him insane, the thought that he could never have a real family, he couldn’t remember a time when he had a family that loved him, a dad that took him to the beach, a mom that made him dinner, a family that cared, a family that wanted him. He walked into the kitchen slowly, to make himself food, grabbed the frozen waffles, Thomas had grown fond of these crunchy pancakes, he put them in the toaster and as he walked into the living room, he turned to the bookshelf in the corner of the room. It was empty, like every shelf in the room, no pictures of his family, no books, just note’s left for Thomas, to remind him to do things for his parents, like to take out the trash, and a gun case for his dad with a shotgun on the top. He looked at the newest note and thought “why can’t dad do this? Why can't he do any of these?” His dad didn’t have a job so he could do the chores. He walked out to take the trash out to the side of the house, Thomas looked around and all he saw was tree’s no houses, just trees for miles and miles. He could have had friends if he lived in a nice neighborhood. But he didn't, he didn’t have friends, he didn’t have a good life. He walked into the house, his dad wasn’t on the couch and Thomas could smell smoke, the waffle’s were left in the toaster “THOMAS!” his father yelled, “COME HERE BOY!” Thomas walked like a dog to its abusive owner, “what did YOU DO?!” his father yelled, Thomas stayed silent “ANSWER ME CHILD!” he yelled once more “i don't know…” thomas said this had happened to him alot he knew what was coming next “NO YOU DID KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING YOU TRIED TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN’’ Thomas looked at his dad and walked up stairs to get his clothes on. “Good morning dad” Thomas whispered under his breath, he was angry but sad. He got his clothes on, he put on his V neck, his hoodie, jaens, black shoes, and walked out to go to school.
On the ride there he felt like he was being watched, like something was stalking him, he shrugged it off and kept riding, when he made it to school he still felt like something was watching him but this time he could see them kids where looking at him, this was stange kids really just avoided him, why look at thomas now? They were asking him if he had watched the news or if he had heard what had happened the day before, he didn’t but he was wondering what had happened, he asked over and over but still no one answered him. It's like something happened, that they didn't want to say until...someone spoke up...his best friend, his only friend had died in a car crash the previous day “w-what?” the boy asked “im s-so sorry man” thomas ignored him and walked off into the crowd, This is what I meant by the rage he felt, something he could get rid of most of the time, not now, no this time he couldn’t get over that feeling he wanted to run till he couldn’t anymore, he wanted to hurt someone just to get rid of this horrible feeling. “Can I go to the restroom…” Thomas asked his fifth period teacher, “Yeah sure Thomas you can go” as he walked out the classroom two boys asked if they could go. They followed Thomas as he walked in, after Thomas zipped up his flier and walked to the sink they stopped him, “hey buddy” the one boy said, but he wasn’t his friend, him and his friend where the boys who made Thomas hate school, if it wasn’t for them he would love school. “Heard about that nerd jacob. If you ask me god did you a favor...ha he did us all a favor” the second boy said, Thomas balled up his fists. “Oh look jose tall man wants a fight” the first boy who was jose said “well let's give him a fight then” the second boy grabbed Thomas by the arms from behind. Then Jose threw a sucker punch to Thomases gut, Thomas fell to the ground, then Jose started stomping him, till Thomas’s nose bled. Then jose did something that would stay with jose till he dies, he flipped out a pocket knife “hey Thomas what do you say if something is so unreal it's like a bad dream?... it's just a nightmare.’’ Jose said as he cut Thomases rist over and over and...over, Thomas couldn't scream for help, the second boy had his hand on Thomas' mouth. Finally the final bell rang the two boys ran off, and left Thomas there to bleed out, he was left there on the ground staring at the gashes on his arm and felt...nothing, he just sat there staring at the blood dripping down his arm three minutes went by and he snapped out of his trance like state. He got up and ran to wrap his arm in a paper towel. He ran to get out, he got on his bike and went home.
As he went back the feeling of being stalked still lingered, but he kept riding on. When he got home his dad was asleep and his mom was in the kitchen “Thomas come here” she said, he walked to her “why are the knives out of order?” she asked, she asked this because he would play with the knives when he got bored. “yes..” Thomas answered “didn’t I say to stop with that? You're going to hurt yourself and I'm just going to say I told you so” she said “and even if you do you're not going to the hospital”. Thomas looked at her and walked away “where are you going bitch boy?” she asked “room..” he said. she stopped him “no you’re not we weren’t done talking” “you’re such a fucking downer tony” she said “that's not my name…” Thomas argued “hey, why don't you shut the fuck up when i'm talking to you? Anyway, why don't you smile? Stop being depressed” she said “i'm not depressed…” he said “just go to your room” “just go kill you’re self” a voice said, thomas heard voice’s, fante voice’s. He walked up stairs and sat on his bed, he began to cry, not because of the things said in the conversation but because they had the conversation. He hated having conversations with his parents, he never had a say in them, Thomas felt that what he said or what he says doesn’t matter. Thomas curled into a ball to cry himself to sleep as all his feelings slipped away…
In the morning Thomas only got his jacket on and walked to school instead of riding. He twitched when he walked past his rest spot and instead of sitting down because he had walked a mile he just kept walking, he didn’t feel like he was tired in fact he didn’t feel like he was awake… When he got to school he saw the two boys at the gate waiting for Thomas, he ignored them and walked in anyway “hey tall man hope you recovered because we’re going to repeat that all over again” jose said “it's just a nightmare…” Thomas whispered “HA, did you hear that jose? He said it's just a nightmare like you did yesterday” the second boy said “hey-hey say it again” he said “it's just a nightmare” thomas said as he tried to walk away. The two boy broke out in laughter “it’s just a nightmare” they said mockingly, Thomas balled up his fists and socked jose in the face breaking his nose… “what the-'' the second boy tried before jose sprong back up with his knife and stabbed Thomas in the side, Thomas screamed taring the knife out his side. Luckily a supervisor saw and sent Thomas to the nurse and sent Jose to the perinsible…
“Hi thomas” he said “what are you here for” he said looking around to see if anyone was in the room with him “alright you, what do you want” Thomas moved his hand and showed the gash in his leg “your fine you baby” he said with a smirk “just go home” as Thomas walked out he heard “just bleed out no one wants you” he put his hands on his head and limped home “I should have rode my bike” he chuckled and stopped to clinch his leg because it hurt more as if someone shot him. He walked for what felt like years but he finally made it to his rest spot and sat down to tell a story to ease the pain. He started it “a boy walked to school one day…”
When his story had stopped when the main character died he had made it home his father was awake “Thomas clear the couch”. Thomas moved his hand to show the huge gash, his father looked at him “your fine watch” he said as he punched thomas in the face, he fell over and for some reason word came out of his mouth “hit me” he murmured “what?!” his dad yelled “hit me” . Thomas smiled as his father punched Thomas over and over and blood dripped from his mouth as he continued “HIT ME” back after a he was hit for the tenth time he came back to reality and his ears started to ring, he forced his dad off him and ran up stairs limping and ignoring his father who was crushing him out for ignoring him. Thomas's ears began to ring again, Thomas just kept running, hands on his ears, and tears in his eyes. He walked into his run and slammed the door and locked, and punched the door over and over until his fist bled as bad as his leg had. He fell onto the floor, grabbed the blanket he had left from the other night and fell asleep and woke up and fell asleep...and woke up...and fell asleep...and fell asleep to stay asleep for hours and to nap for hours a day. He stayed in his room where he didn't eat for days and only went downstairs when his mom was gone and his dad was asleep so he could eat like an animal. He ran back up the stairs and went back on the floor, he never went on his bed anymore though he had cleaned it, he only slept on the floor for days and days and never went to school after days of this. It had almost been...pleasing, he hadn’t had to talk to his parents or Jose and his friends. His mental state was never like this before, it was like he was going insane, he did show almost every symptom of insanity, the voices got louder in his head doubting every decision Thomas made, but, he couldn’t be going insane...could he?
After months, Thomas finally went back to school, he put on his red sleeveless jacket, his black and white V neck sweater, dirty blue jeans, and his old dirty brown dusty boots. When he got there nothing had changed. Jose still bullied him and joked about Jacob like he wasn’t going forever, everyone still stayed away, Thomas still twitched, Thomas was still alone…after the school day ended he started to go home and felt that feeling again, the feeling of being watched...
he still felt like something was watching him, again shrugging it off he walked in the house, it was silent, “mom must be at work” he said to himself he walked up stairs and got the book from the other day to finish it. “THOMAS!” his father yelled “GET DOWN HERE NOW!” Thomas walked slowly down the stairs, waiting for his father to start the punishment “why is the DOOR OPEN?!” “I always leave it open?...” Thomas said, confused, his father never had asked him this question, he was probably drunk. “NOW YOUR TALKING BACK? I DIDN’T RAISE YOU TO TALK BACK TO ME BOY!” his dad said, “YOU DIDN'T RAISE ME AT ALL!” Thomas yelled, he didn’t realise what he got into…”boy? Did you just yell at your superior?” Thomas looked at him, fear, that's the one feeling he hated, like the anger, His father looked at him and walked in the living room. Thomas thought he was going back to sleep, but that's not what he was doing, no what he was doing was something unthinkable. Thomas walked into the room to see what was happening, his father was opening...the gun case. Thomas’s heart powned out of his chest, his dad grabbed the shotgun, reloaded it and walked to the kitchen where Thomas was, he walked in “run…” thomas thought and spirited out the back door, dodging bullets, one chipped his arm where the cuts had been, grabbing his arm in pain he got one his bike a rode away. He peddled as fast as he could, and again he had the feeling of being stalked but he didn’t noitus, he just went and went for what felt like years. Finally his father stopped chasing him and went back to the house, Thomas didn’t notice he jumped off his bike and sat on the stump crying in pain, his sleeve was ripped and blood was bleeding out and covered his hand. He noticed the feeling of being watched, like something was just looking at the back of his head, he turned around and...nothing, there was nothing there “there’s no one there…” he said as he stop crying “” and voice came from the brush behind Thomas, “who are you?” Thomas asked, “me?” the man asked “I can't remember my name, i’ve been out here for weeks without you have any food boy?” the man added, “n-no i'm sorry, I can take you to my house-” Thomas stopped and remembered that his dad still had the shotgun. “No I need to eat now please boy” the man stopped and sniffed the arm “you're bleeding aren't you?” he asked Thomas “y-yes?” Thomas said he felt unsafe. “I’ve been running from the monster for days and I could eat anything” the man walked out the brush on all fours and stood up “” “okay okay” Thomas yelled putting his bloody hand out. The man looked at him and smiled “you have food?” “no I don’t, I have said that already please leave me alone” Thomas said, starting to cry, out of fear. “LIER” the man yelled, grabbing Thomas’s rist “you have food give it to me!” he added “let go of-'' Thomas was interrupted by the sound of a bang and a sharp pain in his back, blood trickled down thomas’s lip he looked down to see blood sokeing his shirt he turned and the last thing he seen was his dad with the shotgun and pleased look on his face.a tear formed under his eye as Thomas crubbled under the light of the moon, dead by the time he hit the ground. His father walked away from the poddle of blood and his dead son, the man crawled out of the brush again, and stood over the boy's body “boy?” he said “food” he got on his knees and ripped thomas’s shirt open and tore flash and skin off his body and ate it, then he gouged thomas’s left eye out, and ripped the skin of Thomas’s jaw and neck off, just for food…
The road to the house in the woods was long...dark...and heavily forested, no one walked that trail any more. Everyone found it creepy, no one wanted to remember what has happened in those woods, missing people, murder and arsin, but nobody knew what happened the Thomas lostin. Nobody had found the body, Nobody knew he was gone, nobody cared. ontill...
nothingness became the night sky as his eye opened. It may have been blurry but he could see the moon and the trees, his hearing returned and he heard the sound of talking “kill them...kill them all” they said. Thomas stood up and fell only to stand again, he looked around and looked down to see the body of a boy on the ground “you did that do it to everyone else” the voice’s said, Thomas put his hand on his head trying to remember what happen “your mom and dad hurt you so hurt them” “ I can't hurt anyone” Thomas said in response, then he remembered the last thing he seen before he blacked out his dad...with the shotgun, “you see he hurt you, hurt him back” Thomas sat next to the body of the kid “I didn’t kill him did I?” he asked the voices “you did, you can hurt can hurt them can kill them” they said, the feeling of rage came back and overwhelmed Thomas and he felt as if it was taking control “kill them KILL THEM THOMAS KILL THEM” the voices yelled, but they didn’t have to anymore, now he was on the same boat…
Thomas walked down the path to his house, his eye was fogged white like it wasn’t him in control, but he knew what he was doing and what he was going to do. He kept walking and limping down the path and when he made it back to the house, nothing had changed “YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID YOU KILLED HIM DO WE HAVE TO ARGUE ABOUT THIS EVERYDAY, WERE BOTH HAPPY HE'S GONE BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO TO JAIL” Thomas’s mom yelled “I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL EITHER BABE SO DON'T YELL AT ME” his dad argued, they didn’t care that Thomas was dead only that they didn’t get caught for it. Thomas put his hand on the window “mom? Dad?” he snapped back to his old self “no kill them or they will hurt you again and again” snapping again he walked out to the shed in the back of the house, they never used it his dad would just go there to punch the wood and get his anger out. Thomas walked in and turned on the light on the top of the shed he looked for...the axe, he found it. The axe had a huge square head and a sharp edge. Thomas brushed off the dust and looked at himself in the reflection his left eye wasn’t in his head, what used to be his mouth was ripped off up to his templet and the left half from his neck to his cheek bone, his teeth shown and muscle showed where his cheeks used to be, a tair ripped half his eyebrow off on his right side, he looked and his arm and most of the flesh was ripped out. He turned off the shed light and walked out back into the night. He looked up and his mom’s bedroom light turned off, he looked down and the living room light turned off, he began walking into the living room. He focused on the sound of his footsteps as the voices said “kill him end your pain, KILL HIM” he stood over his sleeping father “wake him up...wake him up...WAKE HIM UP” they said, Thomas nudged him, he opened his eyes “w-what?” his dad said but when his vision came back to him…”what are you doing here boy? THOMAS?!” he yelled, he looked down to see the axe, tried to get up, heart pounding, but Thomas kept him down by putting his hand on his fathers neck, struggling to breath he said “what are you going to do?” he chuckled “you can’t hurt anyone, you only get hurt” Thomas looked down at him and raised the axe “maybe then, but now no one hurts me...I hurt them” he stood over his father “and if I do hurt you...then it's just a nightmare” he said as he raised the axe higher and dropped it on his fathers chest, he screamed as loud as he could, Thomas raised the axe once more and dropped it over and over even after his father went limp he kept dropping it on his fathers dead body. When he was satisfied with his work he stood up and looked at his father's mangled body and mutilated face, Thomas’s jacket and shirt drenched in blood, he felt an emotion that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time, happiness. He looked up and saw his mother at the bottom of the stairs Thomas…?” she said with tears in her eyeskill her Thomas, she never wanted you” the voices said to him he began to walk to his mother, axe in hand, she started running up stairs, as Thomas followed the voice repeated “yes...kill it” when he got to the top of the stairs he turned and looked at his old bedroom, then at his mothers room he walked up to the door laughing at the thought of what he was about to do, he opened the door “Thomas please don't do this, don't kill me” she said as Thomas walked in the room, he turned his head to the side “why not?” He said as he walked over to her, he jumped on the bed and stood over her, “TELL ME WHY MOTHER?” he yelled “b-because I raised you-” she said trying to sound less scared then she was, “LIES, YOU NEVER RAISED ME YOU JUST WENT OFF THE WORK AND LEFT ME HERE WITH THAT DRUG ADDICT, YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME!” he yelled once more “just kill her-” the voices tried to say before Thomas interrupted “NO SHUT UP, I CONTROL YOU, YOU DON'T CONTROL ME YOUR JUST A VOICE” he yelled as he started laugh “I'LL WAIT AS LONG AS IT TAKES TO I SEE THE FEAR IN HER EYES” “thomas who are you talking-” his mom tried to say before “SHUT UP CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TALKING? FUNNY AIN'T IT? YOU SAID THAT TO ME ALL THE TIME!” he laughed as loud as he could “THERE IT IS...THE FEAR IN YOUR EYES” he said as he lifted the axe, “THOMAS NO” she yelled as he dropped the axe onto her face…
The house was covered in blood, so was Thomas, he walked into the kitchen talking to the voice “i'm hungry how about you?” no answer “okay i'll just get something” he checked the fridge, no food, there was never food in the fridge or the house “ha, no food again?” he turned to the body of his father he had been dragging around for the past half hour, “hey dad, want to make me food? No? Fine guess I'll have to improvise” he said walking over to the body. He used the axe to cut a piece of the body's chest out, he grabbed the chunk of flesh and took a bite out of it, blood dripped out his teeth and flesh fell out his mouth. He looked out the window and put his hand on it, his hand still covered in blood that dripped down the glass. He remembered Jose and his friend and how they had bullied him, how Jose cut him with the knife, how they made fun of his dead friend it may have been small but...Thomas wanted revenge. he didn’t know where jose and his friend lived but he knew where they went to school…
Thomas cut off the limbs of his father, tied them to his belt and walked off into the forest

Thomas walked out of the forest talking to himself and the voices in his head, he watched as jose and his friend walked into school and out of there classes. He watched from in a tree he had climbed up to see for a far, hours went by as he watched them walk back and forth from class, stopping to take bites out of the limbs on his belt, he stalked and watched every step they took. Finally the final bell rang and jose and the other boy watched their separate ways “ini mini miny mo” he said staring at the boy who held him down, he took one last bite of the arm on his belt and jumped off the tree to follow him as the sun set… 
“My god, my feet are killing me” the boy said to Jose on the phone “yeah but if I can get rest then it would be worth it” he said as he sat on a park bench “dude? JOHN!?” jose yelled on the phone, john was asleep on the bench “the chubby boy must have burned too much fat” he said to the voice “kill him now” they said “I know what to do” he said in response “w-wait? Did I fall asleep?” John said, he looked at the other side of the street and saw someone walking towards him “hey?! What are you doing kid?” he yelled “it's-” he checked his phone “-six thirty you should be home” no answer. He looked down and saw that the boy had an axe in his hand, he got up and started walking back, his heart pounding “hey get away from me” he said falling back, Thomas walked over to him and started to chuckle “kill him” the voices said. He lifted his axe over his head and dropped it in the middle of john's head, over and over he dropped the axe, splitting john's head in half, blood drenched Thomas’s clothes, he was laughing the whole time…
Thomas stood over John's body, it was mangled, his left arm now on Thomas’s belt, and his head was split in half. Thomas stood over him just watching the blood spread on the floor, he almost forgot about Jose when “now kill the other boy...make it painful’’ the voice reminded him “your right, I would hate to leave him out” Thomas said jokingly, he turned to follow the path of jose, he followed the road down to the neighborhood that Thomas had always wanted to run off to, so he could be with kids his own age, so he could make friends, so it wouldn’t end like this…
Thomas spent the next hour looking in windows to find Jose, he walked down the middle of the road talking to himself, crying inside, after all...he was still Thomas denison, a boy who couldn’t hurt people. “Find him, kill him” the voices said “I'M LOOKING CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?!” Thomas yelled back, then he looked in a small blue house, he looked and there he was Jose and his family eating diner talking to each other like the world isn’t full of pain and suffering, Thomas watched as he felt the anger come back as he started remembering how his nights went, pain, as he started to cry…”kill...kill...kill them all” “I-I know, I know” thomas said he looked one last time. The thought that he could never have a normal life enraged Thomas, he didn’t feel the sadness anymore, only the anger, only the overpowering anger…
Thomas picked his axe back up and broke the window open, everyone in the house screamed, the boy more than everyone else. Thomas laughed and lifted the and dropped it on the fathers head, no one to save them now he turned and swung the axe and struck Jose older brother in the side, blood gushed out like a fire hose, painting the white walls red. he turned and looked at Jose mother, he picked her up by her neck and slammed her head into the kitchen counter cracking her head open and instantly killing her, he turned to Jose who had got up and started running to the door Thomas followed him and grabbed the back of his shirt “GET OFF ME'' he yelled. Thomas ignored him, he didn’t have feelings anymore, he dragged Jose into the kitchen, he turned to face Jose who had curled up into a ball “what are you waiting for? Kill him ``Thomas banged his head with his palm and looked back at with his one foggy eye, he punched jose in the face hard enough to knock some of his teeth out. Again he punched him until jose knocked out, Thomas picked up the axe and, like a chopping block, cut his head off...he turned to see one more kid in the corner. Thomas began to walk to him when “wait, leave him” the voice whispered. He chuckled and walked back to jose...
The kitchen was bloody, only one person was left in the corner to suffer, and then there was Thomas, eating the lungs of Jose, he found them to taste better then the other parts of the body, thomas began searching the body for anything to cover his jaw up to his nose or what he could cover at least, he reached in jose pocket and grabbed out a bandana with sharp teeth sowed to it, he put it on and it would work for now. Thomas turned to face the crying boy “how do I look?” he asked, no answer, “what's your name?” Thomas asked again “m-m-max” “my name is Thomas” Thomas stood over max with his hand out for max to shake, max slowly put his hand out “maybe we will meet again…” Thomas said “maybe not because...this is just a nightmare” Thomas said as the light flickered, the room went dark, and Thomas was gone…
Thomas walked out of the house and looked down the street to see cop cars were coming for him, Thomas began to sprint, trying to make it to the wood. His red jacket moved like a cape in the wind. The cops jumped out of their cars and opened fire on Thomas and once again Thomas crumbled under the moonlight...
At that moment it seemed more peaceful, but it wouldn’t be for long because when they went to recover the body there was nothing there, not blood, not the axe, not Thomas, only the sound of trees rustling in the wind and rain drops…
The I.V dripped blood into his arm, the room was bright, Thomas's face pointed up and toward one of the lights. It was blurry but he could see in the dark better than the light. He tossed and turned in the hospital bed. When his eye opened he was facing the mirror now, he looked at his face that was wrapped up, confused he took the bandaids only a little came off before he saw his mouth. his gut wrenched and that site and continued taking the wrapping off, he got to his eye when a nurse walked in. “NO!” she yelled, she tried stopping her but he pushed her away still confused when he was done, it looked the same as he had seen it before. “Sorry honey we tried fixing it but…” she stopped, it was too gruesome even for her, she turned away “your moms on the way to pick you up”. Thomas turned to look at her, if he had lips he would be frowning. He thought he killed her. “You're very lucky you know, that guy shot you just missing vital organs” she smiled, her head still turned. Thomas began to think rapidle, “i can't believe the same guy who shot you tore your skin and flesh off, there was so much gone we just couldn’t do anything, sadly you’ll be limping for the rest of your life and your fingers, arms, and legs are very badly mangled. Luckily you're alive”. Thomas curled into a ball “it's cold…” he said softly, he realized that what had happened was just a bad dream, it was just a nightmare. He wasn’t free from the pain, everything after he was shot was just a lie. The nurse gave him crutches to walk better, “your moms here honey” she said finally facing him only to turn away, as he walked out the lady stopped him, “maybe this will help with your-” she stopped, “with your revelation” she handed him wrapping for his arms and face. He nodded and walked slowly out of the room and soon out of the hospital. Thomas’s mom was outside with the car. “Get in you little shit” she said “do you know how much this hospital bill will cost me?!” Thomas tried getting the car but his mom quickly took his crutches. Thomas fell on the seat face first, he tried getting back in and felt a pain in his chest, all the memories from all the abuse and bad days came flooding back. When he got into his seat he curled back into a ball “why?” he said. “What?” his mom asked “nothing…” he said softly, he began to bandage his hands to the his chest and rolled up his black and white V-neck to see his gut that had been ripped up and skin was sown on the parts that they could fix, his rib cage showed through his skin from not eating in days. He wrapped up his torso before wrapping his very very badly mangled legs. He kept his face open, because his mother wouldn’t look at him. He felt rage bottled up inside him, that had never escaped for years. He was tired and the only place he could go was his mind. The first thought that came to mind was to put his hand in his opened eye socket but the one that stayed with him, the one that pleased him the most, the one that made him chuckle. it was that the dream he had gave him a idea, a idea to end his suffering, he didn’t notice he was eating at his arms flesh as he thought To himself, he was going to end all the pain once and for all...and this time the nightmare will be real 
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2021.12.07 21:43 Barry-Drummer-Fuller QUEENSRYCHE I Don't Believe In Love (Drum Cover) by Barry Fuller

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2021.12.07 21:43 Narrow_Pin3179 What does Scott use to make his videos?

Hey all, I think I'm going to start a YouTube channel! Do any of you know what microphone camera and lighting he uses... Thanks!
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2021.12.07 21:43 sam8998 I caught a kitten but can't tae to vet till tuesday? Help.

This kitten showed up 2 weeks ago, YOUNG! Maybe 5 weeks? I wanted to catch it because one its so young and two its minus 25 degrees at night. He freaked out in cage and looks like there was some blood but he seems ok. I put him in a room and its quiet and he seems to be okay. But I'm worried should I drive the 5 hours to the other nearest vet or will he be ok till tuesday.
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2021.12.07 21:43 asiboe Does the Joy-con cardboard fix work long term?

A few months ago there was this video going around saying you could fix the drift issue by putting a piece of cardboard behind the stick.
Is there someone who tried this out who can confirm wether it's holding up since they've tried it?
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2021.12.07 21:43 ChillBill31 Welcome to the Chill Out Lounge! Our mission is to provide a laid-back and hospitable atmosphere to hang out in after a long day of work or school. Our events include Movie Nights, Music Listening Sessions, and more! Come meet potential long-term friends. Live Healthy, Live Happy. 🎂🎶

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2021.12.07 21:43 TaxBaby16 How much do cat allergy shots cost in Canada? I considered giving this cat up but it’s not an option

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2021.12.07 21:43 darkmachines Newly announced Australian Space Park to include flying car and nano-satellite facilities

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2021.12.07 21:43 Key_Address9107 Rank up question?

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2021.12.07 21:43 misterscorp New Driver Got Some DOT Questions

Hey folks, I am a CDL B Hazmat driver. New to the field, landed a good paying job. I have never been stopped by an officer or pulled into weigh stations yet, but want to know what to expect.
So my situation is my company leases trucks from Ryder, and literally all of them have check engine lights on or goofy stuff wrong that I was taught shouldn't be allowed to have. Stuff life no front tag, or some torn DOT tape on the rear lift gate. Now I have brought this all to the attention of my manager and basically got told they are old always had engine lights on , and if they drive good still make it work and we can worry about it if something happens cause they need production out and can't be down without trucks right now unless absolutely needed.
My questions are who gets the bill/tickets or whatever for this stuff? If I was to get stopped or pulled in for an inspection or random stop will an officer vote me for an engine light on on the dash or goofy stuff like no front rage or a tear in the dot tape? Don't want to feel like I am harping on stuff as the new guy, but the school I went to trained us all of this is an issue pre/post trip wise, so not sure what I should do at this point besides shut up and deal with it.
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2021.12.07 21:43 ZoobBot 191377

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2021.12.07 21:43 Mrs-Impossible Hookups that mail

I’m desperate, I just moved from Ca to Tx and I need a hookup. I’ve tried the Cbd flower and delta8 shops out here. love cbd for everything else but it’s just not helping my depression and anxiety. If I had the choice I wouldn’t have moved but now I’m in need of my medication. Help a fellow green witch out please 💚
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2021.12.07 21:43 mcc1997 City council is talking about covid right now!

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2021.12.07 21:43 bodymathindex Ratemyprofessors: he's unreasonable

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2021.12.07 21:43 ViriatusPC Let's Play : Cyberpunk 2077 ( GTX 1080 TI - Ultra ) [#36]

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2021.12.07 21:43 Low_Level2358 Alguém pra gozar na minha amiga da faculdade? Branquinha e ruiva

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2021.12.07 21:43 emblemsteel Didn't get my rewards for ranked play

I was emerald and it was not an easy grind playing without a crew and trying to rank up. Logged in today and updated to see I didn't get any of my rewards. I'm definitely more than a little disappointed and wanna know if anyone has any idea what happened?
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2021.12.07 21:43 AbroadSad3751 How to live an atheist Christmas

The last years I was in a process of leaving my religion, during those years I was living by myself in a small apartment on which I never planned to invite people, but now I have more comfortable place. I think the reason to decorate our house is to express ourselves, not just religious people have that right, we should do that too.
Now the question is: As an atheist how do you decorate your home on this season? What others things you do to express yourself?
Your answers will be appreciated, and hopefully can be helpful for others members.
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2021.12.07 21:43 Agreeable-Pressur10 Job security for union painters?

I am very interested in starting a painter’s apprenticeship through IUPAT. Is it true that lay offs are very frequent for painters? Job security is the only consideration that’s holding me back right now but can’t find any straightforward information. If anyone is a part of this trade please let me know your experience. Bonus if anyone has any insight on job prospects in the Minneapolis area. Thanks!
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