When I was 14 I was in School and I felt awful. I told my teacher I felt poorly and he told me I was fine. I kept falling in and out on consciousness and they called me an ambulance. The goons employed my School enemy to keep my Concious and he kept slapping me in the face. Anyway, the Ambulance came and asked me had I been taking any drugs, to which I said no. My parents were called in and they asked them if I had taken any drugs, they said no too. I was sent home and spent a few days in bed and I was back at School.

I soon felt terrible again and I decided to go home; as I got through the door I felt the room spinning and nobody was in. Was such an awful feeling. I felt as though the television was chasing me around the room. My mum soon came in and I told her I felt bad and she called me an Ambulance. When they came, they asked me had I taken any drugs, and I said no. They told my mum I had taken something, and she disagreed. They told her they didn't think I should be taken to hospital, and should sleep it off. My mum told them I wasn't on anything, and ordered I am taken to hospital. By now I am more or less out of it, but I am standing up and stuff, although I do not remember it. On the way to the Hospital, I stopped breathing. As I arrived at the Hospital, my heart stopped. My mum said they took a pair of Scissors and ripped my T-Shirt up the middle, and before she knew it their was a crowd of doctors and nurses around me.

Turns out I had Encephalitis; which is water on the brain, and my Body was closing down. If my mum had not demanded I go to the hospital, my chances of being here typing this now would be very, very slim.

I spent a long time in Intensive care, and when I recovered the school had Raised nearly a £500 for me, and I recieved a £30 Mobile phone. I was robbed, blind. Anyway, since then I have suffered from horrendous seizures. Thankfully, I am on a tablet which keeps them under control.

Benni.