My name is Gregory haunt.

I am 20 years old ,single, and a strong believer in welfare, health insurance, and fast food...

At least I was before my abrupt death caused by my own desire and lack of self control. I can remember my last moments as if it had just happened. I was on my living room sofa minding my own business finishing up my second chicken sandwich when I felt a familiar pain in my chest... I wasn't really scared as this was not the first time this had happened, so I quickly (Or at least as fast as my body could possible move...) made my way to the emergency button on my table when i felt the second pain. Normally I only get 1 attack before I've made my way to the button and help is on the way, but this is the first time another had happened and i was only half way to it and so I began to panic for the first time in a while.

My mind began to cloud as the third attack came without mercy causing me to fall to my knees as and then to the ground as the combined efforts of gravity and my own weight brought me down. As cardiac arrest began my life flashed before my eyes, sadly it wasn't much to look at.My life can be described in 2 words EAT and SLEEP, even when i was going to school I never joined anything that involved physical activity.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

I wasn't mean or anything its just things like sports or other stressful things never interested me( Because it bores me not because i'm not fit). I joined a help group meant to help people and animals in need over the weekend, It was one of the few exceptions to my no physical activities rule. Now that i think about it I enjoyed being in that group... to bad its all over now. As my eyelids began to close and my heart becomes useless inside my chest I can only think about what would happen if I did something else with my life.