Hello! Okay, so I know I just updated, but I started writing a new short story which is turning into a story that I would really love to work on. It had actually been sitting in the back of my head for months, but now that I am having a block with my other story, this one is turning out very nicely. If you get the chance, please just read my rough draft here and let me know if you think I should continue. Thanks!
♥J♥
I am a previous drug user. I also slept around a bit because I thought it might compensate for something that I was missing in my life. Who knows what that might have been? Not me. I am now twenty-seven years old and wish to share my story with you. Maybe one day it will help someone, or at least give them something to think about.
My drug use began in my 9th grade year. I was around 15 at the time and didn’t know where my life was going. I had a best friend named Dean and we were pretty much attached at the hip. I actually met him through a former best friend named Adrianna. She was amazingly bi-polar and tried to make me believe that I was. I’ve always had a sort of anxiety, but not to that extreme. I guess I could say she was a pretty bad influence on me. She talked me into stealing something from the mall once, and every time after that that I went with her, we stole everything we could fit in our purses. I had never been so excited to go to the mall. If only because of the fact that I could get pretty much anything I wanted.
When Adrianna introduced me to Dean, it was like our personalities melted together. He liked the same kind of music I did, he wore the same Hot Topic clothes that I wore, and he listened to me. He cared about me and what happened to me. I was not used to that whatsoever. At first, he had some feelings for me after him and Adrianna broke up, but I couldn’t see him that way. Once they broke up, we spent almost every single day together.
Around that time, I found a girl named Megan. I thought she was the coolest thing walking the hallways in my school. She was punk, she had spikey hair, and she wore the most awesome plaid pants I had ever seen. After we began talking and hanging out, I found out that she was on multiple kinds of drugs. One day she came to school and walked up to me. She pulled me outside to where we couldn’t be heard.
“Hey! I brought you something. Open your hand.”
I had my suspicions but I did what she said. “What is it?”
“They’re these great pills. Pop four of them and you’ll be set for the day!” She smiled from ear to ear before she popped about six of them in her mouth.
“What are they called?” I asked. If I was going to take them, I wanted to at least know what they were called.
“They are triple C’s, also known as Coricedin. You will feel like you are floating. It’s amazing! See you later!”
And she left me there. What the hell was I supposed to do with these? Get high by myself, the first time I’ve ever had a drug? Of course I was. I walked back to the cafeteria and slid into my seat beside Dean. I toyed with the pills in my hand, watching them make bright red circles on my hands from the coloring. They almost looked like red skittles, only a lot smaller.
“What’s that?” Dean asked.
“Nothing, just something Megan gave me. It’s worth a try I guess.” I could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge me.
“Well, if you need me, let me know. Be careful.”
“Always am!” I replied, as I stood to the ringing bell signifying the beginning of first period.
When I reached my first period English class, I took my bottle of water and slyly slipped the pills into my mouth. They tasted like candy which actually really scared me. My father is a drug and alcohol addict and I for damn sure didn’t want to turn out like him. I waited for what seemed like hours for the pill to kick in. It might have felt like a long time, but it was kicking in by the beginning of my second period, Biology.
I sat down in my seat and could have sworn my hard wooden desk had been replaced with a heated recliner. I laid my head down on the desk to feel the cool on my face. I heard my teacher begin the lesson, but had no idea what he was saying. It was as if someone was muzzling his words and I could only remember what he said for a mere thirty seconds before it was lost somewhere in the drug induced daydream I found myself in.
From that day on, taking pills became my life. Once I explained to Dean how amazing it was, he decided to try it with me. I would go to his house every night, only after going by Wal-Mart first to steal the medication. Not only did I not have the money to pay for it, but you had to be eighteen to buy it. I guess the pharmacists knew about how kids were using them before we realized it. |
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