When They Confiscated My EpiPen: Breaking Down the Door to My Corpse
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On the night before my sister's bone marrow transplant, my parents confiscated my EpiPen and locked me in the attic.
Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.
I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.
The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.
I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."
"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"
Her footsteps retreated.
Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.
Until my breathing stopped completely.
Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.
I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.
The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.
I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."
"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"
Her footsteps retreated.
Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.
Until my breathing stopped completely.















































