escaping death and my big black heroe

So, this was my freshmen year and I was a little wild and heavy into weed. One day I came home and I got high, i was gonna take a quick shower and then leave to hangout with my buds. I grabbed a towel and i have to walk thorough my parents room to get to the bathroom, so I went into the bathroom threw my towel on the toilet seat and as i stepped outside of my parents room the door locked behind me. I jiggled it but it wouldn't budge so i walked around my house to the bathroom window because usually if you hit the window up it will pop open. But the window would not open, frustrated I hit it with both hands with a little bit more force. Instantly the window busted! Both of my arms went through the window and back out. I looked at my left arm and there was a little glass shard sticking in my forearm the rest of my left arm was unharmed but as i look at my right arm i had two big filleted gashes. The first one was on the side of my wrist and the skin was flapped over and the bone was visible. The second gash was on the inside of my arm opposite from the elbow. the skin was flapped over too, and this big purple artery was hanging out it wasn't cut but the doc said if id cut that i would of been dead. I didn't know what to do, it didn't hurt but blood was pouring. So i tried to scoop my artery back in flip the skin over. Then the gash on the inside of my arm, i tried to bend my arm so it would be smothered by my bicep so it would slow the bleeding. so the second cut on the side of my wrist i pressed it against my chest to slow that one from bleeding as much. i was running around my house t-shirt soaked in blood, hella woozy. I couldn't get to my house phone cuz it was locked in the room too. I pulled out my cell phone trying to call 911. As i called 911 it sent me to an operator so i was like fuck! I ran outside my house collapsed on my walkway and yelled help!!! I looked up the street and i saw some Mexican ladies staring at me as if i was joking. Then i looked to the other side and the t-shirtless muscular African American came running towards me. I was hella out of it and he cradled me and held my arm like I was doing. He got a hold of 911, and the paramedics showed up quick, as they showed up the dude that saved me disappeared. I was put into the ambulance and they put an I.V. into my wrist because loss of blood. i got taken to the hospital and got stitched up. It took me two weeks to find that guy but i found him and thanked him.

P.S Sam Ketron can't die.