Reflection

Short story of drugs and how it affects a person.

The drugs had finally gotten to him after the second time his heart stopped. Being pumped by the defibrillator was a different sort of pain. The pain where it hurts nothing but your soul. As if coming back to life leaves a piece of who you were on the other side. The first time it happened, he said he felt nothing but coldness, and saw nothing but black. No one really noticed his change, but I did. What was a boy full of sincere laughter, and cheer. Turned into a fake smile and fake laughter. Times we spent in the car cruising, he seemed more quiet, more lost. I mean the drugs usually leaves him a little quieter but this was different. Music blasting, staring off into space through the window. As if he felt he wasn't supposed to be there, but couldn't stop the urge. Maybe it became my fault, what was going to happen, what was to come. But we both were the same, young and reckless, the drugs made us more than just a spec of reality in the universe. We were one with the drugs. There was no living without it and thats why we never stopped no matter how much it took from us. We willingly gave to it and accepted the consequences. Until that day. Where I couldn't take anymore. We took a couple hits, but the sensation was different, I felt strange. My heart started to pump incredibly hard and I couldn't take anymore. I started to collapse, as I look into the mirror. The only person I see in the reflection was, him.

Author's Note

This was my first short story I completed. Critique and let me know what you think!