At the end of any story you die but that was my beginning and like any beginning it's starts by waking up.
A young man no older than 20, wakes to cold sweat and the smell of stale air.
"Agh I forgot to open the windows again."
As I get up my breathing feels shallow and painful like breathing in dust, as I reach for my inhaler my chest tightens like my body is trying to asphyxiate me.
I knock the inhaler on to the floor in the process of this sudden jolt of pain and then off the bed my self to then land on top of the inhaler I hear a sudden cracking sound but that doesn't matter, what does is this pain, my chest feels like it's being constricted as if my own body is betraying me.
I try to move and see if I can get to the inhaler only for me to realise I broke it and can't use it only the canister is fine, then the pain gets worse and I can't do anything but stay here and accept my fate after all my spare is in my damn car. As I writhe in agony of being unable to breathe, I start to lose my vision and all I can think is 'Fuck me' till all I see is black.
I died there from a heart attack induced by Eienmenger Syndrome misdiagnosed as asthma.