The gates

My names Allister smith I am a simple guy, I drink, I smoke, I do drugs I never really cared for myself. I abused my body, took it to its limits. Maybe it was because my father beat me up and my mother drank herself to death but that’s another story I am here to tell you about my downfall, the day I almost lost my life. I remember the day so clearly it was Friday the thirteenth of February I wasn’t a superstitious man I didn’t really believe in anything but on this day I didn’t realise my life would change but for better or for worse I haven’t worked that out yet. I was having a quick smoke before I left for work I was already ten minutes late but I didn’t care, I had the most pathetic job ever I was a janitor in a primary school. The kids were all little bastards they would constantly drop litter and make a mess just to frustrate me I hade moved to three different primary schools because I would lose my temper and swear at the kids but the council wouldn’t take the hint and kept moving me to different schools. As I left to go to work I tripped over a pile of dirty washing and bashed my shin off the coffee table so the day wasn’t getting off to a good start but it could only get worse. As I walked out the door I stepped in a puddle of dirty water I looked up and saw two little faces disappear behind the railing it was the two little shits that pranked me all the time last week they left tacks outside my door then during the late evening they rang my doorbell and ran away so when I came out I stabbed my bare feet but I got my own back by dropping a bucket of water out my window on top of them. So I began to descend my stairs and left the building to go to work. I lived in downtown Glasgow so as you can imagine it’s quite I “rough” area for example my building is never cleaned the windows are never washed and the stairs are never painted excepted from the graffiti that the kids draw on the walls. I also live next to a car-manufacturing factory so the smell is horrendous but the council do nothing, there are always thick black clouds of smoke hovering above my block of flats. But everyone has just had to learn to live with it and moved on.

Once I reached the school gates I felt dread pour over me I felt like I was walking through the gates of hell. I began my daily routine, picked up litter, and emptied the bins cleaned up my office. I was half way down the stairs when suddenly a chubby, young boy with white blonde hair, glasses and no older than 12 came running up to me crying I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he was in such a state I got him to breathe calmly then asked him what was wrong. He claimed that two older boys had just attacked him. So being the mature, sensible idiot that I was I followed the boy to where he said they jumped him. After two flights of stairs he stopped and pointed down into the school boiler room I queried why the boy was down there in the first place but I carried on down the stairs into the dark gloom of the room I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face it was that dark. Had crept half way down when suddenly I felt a rope like object tighten across the front of my feet it all happened so slowly my left foot caught the rope and as I fell towards the ground I thought to my self

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        “There’s no chance of me living, the stairs are solid concrete”.

        Then suddenly my life flashed before my eyes my birth, my father hitting me, my mums funeral, I saw everything then a bright light appeared I began to look into it I saw my mum she was smiling at me with her perfect complexion then she began to walk away I tried to reach out for her but I couldn’t get her she was becoming further and further away then I began to fall through the light further and further downwards till I saw the ground I was an ...

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