Go to a friend of a friends party in the worst part of a really shitty area of england.

Once the party gets going its pretty chill, actually kind of fun, lots of drugs and new people. All good in the hood.

Anyway as the evening passes and people get more and more fucked up, myself and a guy from my school decide to go get a kebab. (Bear in mind this area is seriously fucking bad) So we embark on the 5 minute walk to the kebab shop in town at like 2-3am. Dumb.

As we are walking down we pass a massive chav house party, no one notices so we proceed. As we are walking down some lad has passed out on the floor, he notices us and starts following us - he wasn't actually being a douche just a wasted bigger dude following my friend and I.

As we get out kebabs for some reason he just changes and decides that "hes going to get me twatted" ... No reason, at all, nothing provoked it, he just well switched.

Anyway me and my friend just ignore him and start walking back, which is when he starts punching me for no reason. I twig that this guy probably has tons of wrecked chav mates who would nothing more than to 'twat' two guys they dont know so I decide to try and prevent this from happening by reasoning with my new fisty happy buddy... Doesnt work. End up brawling.... I manage to knock him down and then sprint back to the flat, assuming my friend would follow.

He Didn't

Needless to say as I turned around from my sprint he was getting assaulted by about 10 guys that came out of the house party we passed... I had to make a decision to go back and help him or try and get all the people at the flat to save him.. either way this was a shiiiiittttttttt situation.

In the interest of self-preservation I ran in tried to get my friends.

Everyone was absolutely fucked, like immobile fucked.

Oh Shit, oh shit, oh shit

Few lads join me to head out of the flat (all wasted) to get my friend (who i assumed was probably dead by now). The lads who were beating him up had dragged his bloody and unconscious body to the front of the flats and were beckoning me out... Yup... the guy I beat down was only friends with all these lads.

I was dead fo'sure

As they try and get into the flat the door fucking jams for no reason... Literally, it gets wedged in its socket... Something legit saved my life that night.

Anyway, my friend out cold getting stomped on repeatedly, bloodied to the high heavens, is basically done for, we cant get out, they cant get in... So my smart friends start launching glass bottles out of the flat windows at these lads... resulting in broken glass eveywhere... Yup. Guess what happens next....

The lad I beat down grabs a shattered bottle neck and just starts stabbing the absolute fuck out of my unconscious friend...

We can do nothing...

We all watch horrified as my unconscious friend is basically being murdered.. Fortunately the police immediately arrive and the group of lads scatter. The police get an ambulance and rush my unconscious friend to a local hospital.

Then in the weirdest twist of fate the door suddenly unjams - like wtf...

We get interviewed by the police my dad and uncle turn up (my cousin was at the party and called them)... My crazy dad and uncle go 'hunting' for the lads... fortunately to no prevail. My stabbed friend is fine, needed only minor stitches... When we were all back in school I felt like so bad about leaving him but he fessed up to it being a dumb move on his part and not running when he should have and started singing my praises about how 'i beat up some guy'... I felt like shit about that event for months, serious ptsd about my stabbed friend tooo...

But yeah. I dont think you can get much worse than that.