July 18, 2008,
I… got away… I ran so fast through the swamp and, like I prayed, the rotting stench of the swamp covered my trail. I was running in muck and dead animals and stench and shit up to my chest, but I refused to go back to the life I was living in that institution. I begged to God or anyone that was listening for me to get out of the life I was living in before and it seems that it was finally answered. But little did I know that most of the deceased animals that I was trudging past died from one thing only… toxic gasses coming from the swamps decaying plants and diseased mud. I didn’t notice that the invisible gasses were taking their tole until I finally got out of the muck and suddenly felt light headed. The dogs barks were finally fading into nothing, but the world around me suddenly began to turn. My head felt like it was a hot air balloon and I tried to continue to run, but blacked out and fell on the wet dirt floor. (Continue)